Baton Rouge is coming to town this weekend.
Maybe not the entirety of the city, but it seems that way. I’m tasked with making marinara for thirty or so people and one of those Cajun reprobates pilfered my stock pot to make gumbo.
This is me frustratedly bathing in faux outrage. I love the Cajun reprobates who are in reality far from being reprobates and, in fact, far more upstanding citizens than me and more than welcome to said pot. This is my favorite game of the year and there is nothing even tangentially attached to the culinary world that I enjoy more than making tomato based sauces.