Well.... here goes: Usually around Wednesday evening the phone would begin to ring. It would be the weekend party crowd checking in, all singing the same old refrain,"What we gonna do dis weekend?"
Yesterday afternoon I was struck with a thought; why not make some boudin? For those who don't know, boudin is kinda like a sausage. It's made of pork meat, ground liver, Cajun spices and rice, kinda like a "dirty rice mix" in a sausage casing. A phone call to my friend Sam, a trip to a butcher shop and a plan was hatched. Today Sam came over bringing the casing, very, very good deer sausage that he had made and brought for us to put on the bbq pit, and some frozen catfish for Pegody to enjoy while I'm back on the boat. In a flash of brilliance, Sam and I decided to call another friend, Todd and had him come over to join the doings. We had a grand old time! Watch the slideshow and join us. If it don't make ya mouth water then you aint Cajun.
Our little Christmas tree wasn't much, but it did a fine job of cheering up the back corner of the wheel house, along with the presents and stockings for the crew, and the singing snowman that cappyclaus's helper Pegody brought to us one day when we passed by a dock she could reach.
My crew that week, shown here, Darby my pilot on the left and Brian my temporary tankerman on the right were thrilled with the stockings and presents that Peg brought to us. I must say it was tough keeping them out of the "goodies" til Christmas morning.
David, my normal tankerman, shares a love of old gnarly dead trees with me, so I took this picture with him in mind. The old dead cyprus tree is beautiful enough all by itself. The flock of Cormorants that were perched on it, like decorations on some morbid- looking Christmas tree were just an added treat to a dead-tree-lover like me.