Although it had been planned since the beginning of the summer, if not longer, there was something somewhat bittersweet about having a shrimp boil out at the beach this weekend. It made me very sad in some ways, as I thought about the loss of the rich culinary culture of the New Orleans but so grateful in others, as I realized that I was surrounded with great people about whom I care a great deal. I am very, very lucky, and although each one of us gets wrapped up in our own personal problems — the stress of a job search, the trials and tribulations of dating, health issues, death of loved ones — a tragedy like Hurricane Katrina really puts everything into perspective. I’m happy to be alive and living the life I have. The rest of the pictures from the weekend are here.
* Once again, proving that I’m a bad jew, using a Jewish toast in a post about a boil that included at least two separate and distinct types of traif — shrimp and sausage.
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worst jew ever
worst jew ever
This isn’t news to you, my dear. At least I didn’t get married on Yom Kippur like somebody I know *ahem*.
This isn’t news to you, my dear. At least I didn’t get married on Yom Kippur like somebody I know *ahem*.