Fortunately, it doesn't snow here and winter days here don't involve shoveling snow. Instead,
a pot of roux is cooked and prepared for gumbo. Starting in as early as late December, the fields are flooded and crawfish traps are set. Even if you're cold, nothing will get you feeling right faster than a bowl of chicken and Andouille sausage gumbo with a shot of whiskey before climbing under the electric blanket with your love.
This is the new life I have found. This is my new semi-Nirvana. Just had to share this.