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sans souci art gallery

“What do you want to do when we go to Lafayette,” I asked my mother. “Well, there’s an arts and craft gallery I’ve always wanted to go to,” she replied. We spent a happy hour browsing the eclectic collection of art, jewelry, pottery, and decor at the tiny shop called Sans Souci in the oldest surviving commercial building in downtown Lafayette (circa 1840). It’s a craft guild filled with art from Louisiana artists (and beyond). I picked up a couple of simple prints (now, if only I actually had the wall space for them!). She bought a piece of “wearable…

biscuits

I love biscuits. Buttermilk. Cat’s Head. Angel. (Though I don’t care for a sweet biscuit. I also refuse to taint a crunchy biscuit with gravy. Sacrilege.) But I took them for granted my first 32 years when I lived in the South. You could get frozen biscuits at Wal-Mart. And at every restaurant. But living in San Diego, biscuits are hard to come by. Naturally, one of the few places I’ve found sells sweet biscuits, since the owner is from South Carolina (biscuit recipes vary wildly from one region of the South to another). I’ve learned to make my own…

I’ve been to Lafayette, Louisiana dozens of times…only I haven’t really been there. It’s 25 minutes from the tiny town of Church Point, where my grandmother, aunt and uncle, and cousins live, so Lafayette is where I and my family stay when visiting them. However, I’d never really explored the town…until recently. My mother went to what is now the University of Louisiana at Lafayette, and she hadn’t really been to the town since she graduated…well, a long time ago. So we planned a mini trip together.

eating crawfish

Let me just say: being a Southerner in California — and no, I don’t mean I’m from El Centro — makes me sometimes feel like I’m from another country entirely. And being Cajun in Southern Cali? I might as well be from another planet. The whole concept of eating crawfish, listening to “weird” accordion music, and putting red pepper on every dish makes me an anomaly among my friends. I’ve grown accustomed to scoffing at anyone’s attempt to make decent Cajun food. If I want good gumbo, I go to Louisiana. But occasionally I am pleasantly surprised to find an…