Anyone who knows me knows I love food. Ah, thank You, God, for taste buds.
I’m not picky. At all. But I really have a thing for Cajun food. I lived the first few impressionable years of my life in Louisiana, so the spicy, salty, fried deliciousness of gumbo, crawfish, and beignets hit the nostalgic thread pretty hard. Like I tell most food, I love it.
So, last night. I made jambalaya. Well, it was a calmer, more Northern version. But close enough.
I forgot to take a picture of it before stuffing my face. So here it is during my lunch hour.
Such a glorious little bucket of tasty delights.
Just so you know, I added a “sure, that tastes right” amount of chili powder and Hungarian paprika. It would be insanely boring otherwise.