Froggin'

We live in Louisiana.

Deep in Louisiana.

Our ken (relatives) before us survived solely on the land.

They lived off what our swamps would provide.

Now kick it up a few years, I just head to the Piggly Wiggly and pick up a chicken.

But some traditions run deep here.

It's in ones blood to carry on.

Jesse, my oldest...

He keeps tradition alive an well in these parts.

On hot muggy weekend nights, he will head out froggin' and won't return till his bag is full.

I will spare y'all the gory details but this is a delicacy here.

Do I eat them?

Nope.

Like I said... I head to the Piggly Wiggly for chicken.

If you say it taste like chicken, then why not eat chicken?

Can I get an Amen?

Jesse does not share my thinking on this matter and that's just fine.

We can agree to disagree and there is always plenty of family standing in line wanting his frog legs.

After he skins the lil fellas, he soaks them  in a milk batter like you would ummm chicken.

He fries them up like umm chicken..

Maddy? She loves them!

And just for the record, she is making sure a Prince does not pass her up by chance.

You just never know these days.

And just to counter act all of that frog business..

I will leave you with a cute puppy image.

This is Jesse's new puppy Lee.

Do y'all have a  "crazy" food that's popular in your hometown?

Or do you just head on down to the Piggly Wiggly like I do?

xoxo Susie