Hope everyone made it through alright. Nothing bad to report from my end, either in New Orleans or with Frank Sr. and Mama Gina's place in Pass Christian.
We bailed out Tuesday morning around 6 a.m., taking Jen with us to Houston and then on to Austin, getting back late last night. Frank's family went to Marksville, to the farm of a friend of Frank's Sr's.
We did stop at Veron's Butcher Block in (I think) Breaux Bridge, for a quick snack and to fill up a cooler with various sausages and tasso. Frank also
bought a whole heavy beef ribeye. All of the goodies were for the Houston-based college friends that were taking we three refugees in. They live very near Rice, in University Place. Lunch wasn't anything special, plain Louisiana down home cooking, but it was so much better than the usual run of road food and the people seem to really care. We ran across some friends there and had a nice chat and leg stretch.
Had some fabulous BBQ on the road to Houston at a gas station-BBQ stand called Gator Junction or something like - south side of I-10, 15 miles west of Winnie, Tx. Frank had heard about it from his meat dealing friends who have lists of all the good places to eat on I-10 for hundreds of miles east and west of New Orleans.
The years have passed and I had forgotten some of the reasons why Judy, my friend in Houston, made me insecure in college - she's really an unusually beautiful woman. Three lovely kids and she's already a Vice-President at a pretty large bank. Tuesday evening we watched her eldest son (a 10 year old) play in a Little League baseball game and he was really good.
Jen found a coffeeshop near Rice right away and made herself at home Tuesday evening. We had to drive over and pick her up there on our way to Austin Wednesday mid-moorning.
We had several other good meals - fine tapas very near Jen's coffeehouse near Rice U. in Houston, a steak dinner and some BBQ in Austin, but I'm going to leave them out because I don't wish to be chided by the police for going too far off topic.