Tomorrow's closing day at the track and we're going. I only hope they have the oyster bar open, I have serious cravings these days. Oysters, shrimp, crawfish, crab, all those seasonings, crawfish and corn bisque from Zimmer's, Frankie and Johnnie's crawfish pie, Drago's smoked oysters, raw on the half shell all that rock salt and horseradish and domestic beer. Must be Easter, must be Spring, eggs, mosquitos, wisteria, flies. Down the street walking the other night with Ginger we got hit with the rotting rank smell of crawfish boil clean-up reeking from hot black garbage cans. Then just one door down a fence full of jasmine. Boom boom, one two, the constant collision of life and death, that tension, it's delicious. Sure it stinks in the end but what doesn't? And how it got there, you just can't beat it with a stick.
It's always a holiday where you are, Hiiiiiiii!
Posted by: Indy 500 | 22/03/2008 at 23:22