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Just wanted to tell everyone Carol Ann is home safe and sound but my butt hurts from driving. I (we) had a grand time in Branson Mo. visiting my family. Now only a coon backside would stand out in freezing weather to eat crawfish and drink cold beer, man it was cold. So tomorrow I will try to catch up and say hi to everybody. Oh by the way my stomach will not take the hot spices anymore, I payed the price.

Glad your back safe Carol Ann.

Welcome back...didn't know you were gone....just kidding....glad you had a great time....watch the spices...you're not as young as you useto be

Lori

Honey, I know what of you speak and before I developed my "problem" with shell fish, I'd have stood right there with any coon backside in any weather to eat mudbugs!!!!
Virginia

Happy to see you are home and the family is safe!
Hope your butt feels better soon!

Welcome back, Carol Ann - I'm glad you had a great Easter weekend with the family.

You and Virginia must be on the same wave length. Just last weekend, on our way home from Richmond, she was just telling me about a meeting they had in NO many years ago and where the local manager asked someone if he was a coon backside - to which the guy proudly admitted to being. Prior to that, I had never heard the term, and if I didn't know better (but I do) I would have thought that Virginia made it all up (she didn't)!!



- SL

So whats a coon backside?

Glad you had fun. Sorry about that getting old thing.

Absaroka

(Honestly, I've never been so damned proud to say this to anyone.)

I AM A FULL-BLOODED COONASS!!!

Born and raised in Southwest Louisiana (between Lake Charles and Lafayette, mostly - seventy-something miles of I-10 there) and love to cook, serve, share, and eat the finest Cajun food anyone has ever had.

To those who don't know, "coonass" is a term of endearment among Cajuns in Louisiana (and some parts of eastern Texas and Mississippi, too!) Growing up in the early 1960s, my father would always refer to me and my brothers as "a bunch of little coonasses". Many people would mistakenly consider it a derogatory term, and in fact it probably was at some time before 1960. I learned that when anyone attempted to use the term in a derogatory fashion, I should stand up straight and be proud of my Acadian heritage. As more people did so throughout the 1960s and early 1970s, it became a badge of pride for most of us.

Just in case you're wondering, I cook a mean Roux, make several different varieties of gumbo, jambalaya, sauce piquant, and (you probably won't believe this one) I prepare boudin, too.
So, where are we all meeting up, and when? Someone else bring the beverages, tablecloths, plates, and utensils. I'll bring all the food. It'll take me a week to prepare everything, but we'll have one helluva throw-down with plenty of authentic Zydeco music blaring the whole time. Everyone is expected to two-step, jitterbug, and waltz if you feel it.

Next time I go through Charlotte I'll let you know...love Cajun food, H___ I love all food, except Crawfish, just cannot keep them down.

Thank you all for a very warm welcome back home.

Zippy how well stated the meaning of a "coonass" Gosh such wonderful times I had in Houma going on a Saturday evening down on the bayou to an old fashion FayDoDo . Man I may live in HillyBilly country but you will never take the Cajun out of this boy.roux

My wife still fixes a mouth watering roux, and believe it or not to this day I still want my red beans and rice.

Now Zippy we don't use a table cloth we dumps it on newspaper and use our fingers Girl you been gone to long.

Now y'al come on down cause I know a place to get crawfish about two hours from here, manure we will have a good old time eat, drink and when you is full just lay down anywhere and sleep

I've never been to the South except the Shenandoah Valley (Southern Florida doesn't count since it is really the border between NYC and the Caribean) but it sure sounds like fun.

It's funny about nuances about words, how coon backside means one thing and coon something very different.......But then nuances of meaning are something we get into all the time here in trying to figure out how to describe ourselves.

Absaroka

Being a Yankee transplanted to California, all this discussion is like a foreign language. Fascinating!

Carol Ann: You're getting very close to home when you mention Houma. My dad lived in Raceland the majority of his life. My college roommate was from Bayou Blue between Houma and Raceland. Is this a very small world, or what?

Hi Carol Ann---
I think I'd want some Irish coffees out there in that freezing weather, but that doesn't exactly go with scarfin' down crawfish, does it? Like Terri, I'm fascinated with all the lingo being thrown around by you and Zippy. We might as well be talking about the Austrian-Hungarian empire, for all I know about cajun food and custom.

Zippy:
Drove passed Raceland many times on our way to Grand Isle, but my favorite hole was Golden Meadow. We would catch redfish so big I would have to get a crewboat to help us get'em in

Anita:
You hang with Zippy an I and we will have you to a FayDoDo and two steppin your heart out and eaten all the good stuff. I promise you will learn very quickly.