I got fired on Sunday. This will be my last post. I am no longer representing Okra Farms. I don’t know what to say. If you were following me at all, and hoping to see my smiling face when Okra opened it’s door, you will be dissapointed. Either way, the day before Sunday was a fabulous day. It was my birthday! I hit that real large number 29 and rocked it hard until the break of dawn. But it all started here at the other end of the day. Real early at the New Orleans East Vietnamese Market. I went crazy, I really wanted to try all of the things, and so I did. The rice, the smashed corn, the pork buns. Oh goodness everything was so amazing.
This little guy was my absolute favorite. It’s rice smushed up until its a paste, then wrapped around heavily seasoned pork and mushrooms. The best part is the price coming in at a measly 2 bucks. Heck it may have been 1, I don’t remember it was so early and I was so hungry. After the market, my man Eric and I stopped my the VEGGI CoOp to check out their operation. We talked veggies and I learned all about the many things they grow that noone wants to buy. Things like buckwheat, oats, and some kind of potato that is sour tasting. Needless to say I was intrigued and I can definitely say I will be getting in touch with the guys at the coop soon.
I spent the rest of my morning finishing off some brisket and stewed okra and tomatoes with squid. These delectables were for the finale party of the Eat Local Challenge. The party was a great time, and I spent a fair amount of my time catching up on a months worth of having no beer. The party ended, and I went home the proud owner of most health improvement, and tying for first in the Ultra Strict category. I really don’t know how I improved my health so much, but it must have been all the grass fed animal fat. You may think I’m joking but that stuff really is low in saturated fats. You can’t argue with a winner, ya’ hear.
After the party I drunkenly made it home and then turned right around to go see my market pal play at Chickie Wah Wah. Dude can play a banjo like a beast. The night rolled on and 2 younger folks steered my attention to a karaoke bar on St. Claude. We found our way there, and I was suprised to see that the wait list was a full 34 people strong. Dang, I said, and decided that I wasn’t trying to wait. I left my temporary companions behind and headed out for a place right near the farm. A place I thought was closed forever. The Saturn Bar. And oh what a night to be there. This place was locked into an all night dance party the likes of which I had never seen. Dj Matty was keeping it real with the Mod Night party. He spun 45′s until the morning came and I stumbled home. Dancing sure feels good.
