I was driving down Pacific highway heading back towards west high street. I saw a sticker on the back of a SUV which had a crayfish on it with a blurb about Tuggerah. For those who don’t know the location it’s on the Central coast of New South Wales not far from Gosford.
My mouth watered as I was taken back in my mind to my hometown of Leesville, Louisiana where we’d go to get all you can eat boiled crawfish at the Catfish Junction. I can almost taste it as I type this on my iPhone. This spicy treat with hush puppies was a Lenten favorite of mine. When Adam first came to visit me I took him there to try it.
It’s funny how when you travel to different countries & they do their spin on a dish. It often doesn’t live up to what you remember. It’s made for the local palate. Every time I see Cajun or blackened I scoff because
it’s not what I am used too. Even if it says authentic I wonder because I had an aunt who made beautiful gumbos as well as étouffée which outshines the fares I’ve tasted in Australia. I can feel blessed that I know what it should be like & not an interpretation. I know this sounds prejudicial. I can’t help how I feel. I think Adam would concur with me.
There’s nothing like a bumper sticker to make the mind go on a journey or remember something to make you smile.