Saturday, February 21, 2009

Nobody Knows the Trouble I've Seen

For the most part I like living in the big city. There's so much to see and do, and there's so much good food. But when I go to the grocery store and can't find a pound of andouille, it's a cold and lonely place, y'all.

Bitch, gimme back my crown -- I am the andouille queen.


  1. That is horrifying, and you are hallarious. There must have been a Mardi Gras Melee-type rush on the andouille. Nothing left to do but just start drinking now. Heavily. Jockamo fee na nee.

  2. I hope that you've found some by now; but for future reference, Central Market has some (packaged sausage case to the right of the fresh seafood; $1.99 for 12 oz.), as does Spec's Warehouse (frozen meats case, $4.99 per pound).

  3. I just bought two packages from our HEB. Fifty cents an ounce -- ouch!

    This year's gumbo is going to use a variant I read about in Garden and Gun magazine -- I've rendered the fat from two ducks, and am going to use duck lard to make my roux. We shall see.

  4. Are you SERIOUS? We have them at regular old Kroger. In SUBURBAN DENVER. What the hell is going on there?

    (p.s. I looooooved the GG Valentine!)