If you were not enveloped in a swamp of South Louisiana humidity, you might think you’re in France when you turn the corner and come upon this scene. Of course, Louisiana used to be France. Many last names reach back through time and across an ocean to connect us to this one motherland. Rouquette, Dupry, Le Blanc. How many motherlands are you connected to? Can you feel the French in you when you slurp snails? Can you feel Ethiopia when you smother down okra? Nothing left to eat in the fridge? Hack down some Kudzu from the neighbor’s backyard and say Domo.
