Alligator Pie

"Alligator pie, alligator pie, if I don't get some I think I'm gonna die!"

Do you remember reading that book to your kids - I do. I thought it was a delightful, imaginery poem. Imagine - eating alligator? Never! It was such a funny thought.

Never say never. Last night we settled into a KOA campground - early this time! Then we headed out to "Boutin's-A-Cajun Music and Dining experience". It was recommended for a true taste of Louisana - complete with bayou shack decor! As promised a group of musicians were strummin' up a beat as we entered. There was an accordian, banjo, guitar, drum and a real "down home"singer. And a large dance floor with "real" type dancing.

We weren't too hungry after our beignet spiritual experience (!) - so I ordered a crab bisque soup and Rip ordered fried alligator - our waitress said it was her favourite. I loved my soup, and considered for more than a few moments about the alligator. Not sure why I can't stomach the thought of venison - but alligator seemed an easier challenge- perhaps it's the image of Bambi ingrained from childhood!

Bottom line - the alligator was delicious; a bit like chicken and very tender and tasty.
Maybe the writer of that children's book wasn't kidding after all.