This past Saturday morning, my humans left me home alone while they went off to do human things. I don’t mind telling you that–at least initially–I was a little thrilled. I was looking forward to some quiet, uninterrupted nap time. Then my mommy shared these parting words: “This afternoon, we’re all going to the doghouse.” What? Who did something bad? Why are we all going to the doghouse? Now she had me just a little worried.
But that afternoon, I learned that the doghouse can be a good place . . . as long as it’s Frankie’s Dawg House, a cute little shack serving gourmet hot dogs, sliders, and shakes. Most of the seating is outside, which is perfect for a pretty spring day and perfect for all of the pups who are welcomed with open arms at Frankie’s. There’s even a fenced, grassy mini-dog park off the deck. Very fun!
My daddy had the Classic Chicago and my mommy enjoyed the Italian. But I want you to concentrate on the dog in the middle. That’s the Doggie Dawg, and that puppy was all mine.
As you can see, I sure was concentrating on the Doggie Dawg. I don’t want you to think that I’m entirely lacking in manners. I’m not a big beggar, but this dog completely captured my attention.
Y-U-M-M-Y! That was one delicious dog. Two paws up for my new friends at Frankie’s Dawg House. I’ll be back!
It is officially spring and I have welcomed the season in true South Louisiana style. Last weekend I enjoyed my first Abita Strawberry Harvest lager and my first boiled crawfish of the year. Yum!
The Abita Brewing Company was founded in 1986 and it’s located about an hour from where I live. They make a lot of different “brews” (I guess that’s beer talk for “kinds of beer”), but my personal favorite is the Strawberry Harvest. It’s only available for a limited time because it’s made with real Louisiana strawberry juice, which is added after the filtration process. The best strawberries you’ll ever eat are grown right in the area of Louisiana where Abita beer is brewed. How serendipitous! (Now, I feel obligated to offer this little point of truth: I am not a big fan of strawberries–unless, of course, they are in beer. I am really more of a banana and apple girl; but, my humans tell me that Louisiana strawberries are really, really good, so I guess we’ll just all have to trust them on that.)
The nice people at Abita describe their Strawberry Harvest as
a crisp lager with a sweet strawberry flavor, aroma and haze. It is wonderful with desserts or lighter fare such as salads and pastas. Fresh cheeses such as Burrata, chèvre, Crescenza, mozzarella or Teleme pair well with Strawberry Harvest.
Sounds pretty fancy for a beer, huh? So even I know better than to drink it with crawfish. No . . . I save the Abita Strawberry Harvest for after a hard day of spring gardening with my human mommy. It’s just the right refreshing treat to enjoy as you relax at the end of a hard day of weeding, pruning, planting, mulching, or whatever else she does while I sit loyally by her side and watch. All I know is that as soon as the gardening tools are put away, the Abita Strawberry Harvest comes out and I get a little taste. Just one of the beautiful things about spring in South Louisiana.
Which brings me to my next beautiful thing about spring in South Louisiana: boiled crawfish. Much like the Abita Strawberry Harvest beer, crawfish are only available for a limited time, so humans in South Louisiana eat them every chance they get. Now, I know what some of you are thinking: gross . . . mudbugs . . . crayfish . . . gross. But, really, until you’ve had crawfish boiled spicy in South Louisiana with corn and new potatoes–and, of course, ice-cold beer–you have not lived. There are a few things that humans must keep in mind when eating crawfish:
Do not wear your best clothes. Crawfish guts will somehow manage to get on your clothes and, no matter what detergent you use, crawfish guts do not wash out easily.
- No matter how many paper towels you have on hand, you will need more. This is not a neat treat to eat.
- Above all, if you are eating crawfish at home, it is vitally important to plan your consumption for a day that is as close to your trash collection day as possible. There are few things that stink as much as crawfish shells and stuff that have sat too long in a trash can. I am a dog, and even I am repulsed by that smell.
So, even though for many of you spring my seem like a distant dream with all of the crazy non-spring-like weather, and for others who live below the equator you still have your winter to endure before spring appears, I wish you a beautiful and tasty spring from South Louisiana. Bon appetite, and let the “springtimes” roll!