I was born and raised in south Louisiana and I had never heard of it until I was in college and Stuart introduced me to it. It was a little unnerving the first time I tried it....somekind of casing like sausage with this dark mixture of unknown stuff inside. Eww, it didn't look tasty at all. But my word! This stuff was some kind of good. Rice, meat, and perfectly seasoned with just the right amount of spice and pepper. It is very similar to another Louisiana treat, dirty rice. Yes, we south Louisianians really now how to know how to make our food sound appetizing!
I fell in love with boudin and over the years I have tried some where ever I could find it in a grocery store or deli between Louisiana and Texas. I soon learned that the place where Stuart bought that first boudin for me was really the best in the world and the only place worth going to for boudin. It is a little convenience store in Greenwell Springs, Louisiana. Jerry Lee's Kwik Shop looks like any regular stop for chips and a drink. But don't be fooled. This is the mecca for boudin and people really do travel to this place just for their boudin. We love boudin but we don't bother to buy it anywhere else because we don't like to settle. So instead we fill our bellies up two times a year when we go home to visit and bring our own little stash back home with us.
When Nicholas was about Rachel's age, he had his first boudin. I wasn't expecting him to like it because it's spicy but he ate it up. However, as he got a little older and a little pickier about his food he quit eating it. So on this trip, I didn't expect him to eat it and I figured that it would probably be too spicy for Rachel. But I was pleasantly surprised when both of my kids finished their little sampling of boudin and then asked for more. Ca c'est bon, cher!
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