I've been spending a few days with my Louisiana friend, Hulin. He and I took a little time off today to do a short paddle on Lake Maurepas. This is a lake a little west of Lake Pontchartrain but can only be seen from one place on Highway 55. The bad news is that I brought my new camera to try it out BUT left my memory card at home in my computer. (I was cleaning it off this morning and just didn't put it back.) So I'm using some pictures Hulin and I took on his cell phone, as well as a sunset picture he took earlier there. I've been here many times, including a few night paddles but all my pictures are on my hard drive at Natalie's house.
Our little channel was too small to have a name and kept getting smaller. Finally Hulin wanted to turn around so we could paddle a little along the shore of the lake. I particularly enjoyed paddling near the shore and watching the reflections of the cypress twist in the waves.
We only paddled a short ways in the lake before we were both starving. Hulin had promised to take me to Mittenforf's Resturant, located only a few more miles south. This extremely popular restaurant features crisp, paper-thin fried catfish. But when we got there there was a line outside and we found we would have to wait two or more hours. We were too hungrey to wait, so we went to another restaurant and got a less than satisfactory bowl of gumbo.
Now I'm about ready to start cooking for a dinner we're throwing tomorrow. I'm going to bake sweet potatoes tonight along with a rum cake. Tomorrow I'll bake a broccoli slaw salad, adding toasted slivered almonds and Ramon noodles plus sunflower seeds to a package of broccoli slaw, then dressing it with a mix of olive oil and rice vinegar, seasoned with the flavoring from the Chicken Rammon Noodles. I'm going to marinate a pork loin in honey, Dijon mustard, and apricot preserves, then roast it tomorrow. I'll also have green beans with shallots and mushrooms and sweet potato biscuits. I started saving calories yesterday in anticipation of all that.
|Flowers growing in the pass|
|The small waves made the cypress tree reflections corkscrew|
|An Earlier Sunset|