Geezerville on Tuesday

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We have awakened to our quiet campground for a second day. Our North Landing campground with 100 sites went from being about 75% full over the weekend to nine spots filled yesterday and now one more has joined us. It is very quiet here with only four slots filled in our part of the loop. The view from our dinette window shows just how empty it is.

Our plans for the day include more biking, some trail walking, and a trip to Ville Platte to shop for smoked meats in the self-proclaimed World Capital of Smoked Meats where I found only one store that promotes itself as being a seller of smoked meats.

The Food Store!

Teet's Food Storet! Okay. We arrived at the market with attached gas station and went in. It is much bigger inside than it would appear to be from the front. They have a little of everything and a lot of smoked meats. Some of these things we had never heard of before (and bought some anyway). The grandson of the store's owner, Luke Teet, took us under his wing and showed us various things in the cooler section and asked would we like to try this or that and eventually we did try some boudoin they had just finished cooking. In the end we purchased some of that too. As Paul told us, boudoin is really a poor man's sausage as it is meat mixed with rice in a casing. In this case it was pork. What we had was really pretty good!

Luke, with a smile and all sorts of information

Just their very own sausage

Bacon and other smoked meats

Rice and seasoning!

We also spotted the home of "Slap ya Mama" Cajun Seasoning right on the main drag but they were closed when we went by, most likely for lunch. We also got some Louisiana rice and Marty saw that they had both medium and long grain as well as brown and jasmine! The only reason for mentioning the rice is that when we were in Nepal seeing rice being grown we were trying to recall where rice was grown back in the US. Being northerners the best we could come up with was Carolina (rice) and wild rice from Minnesota.




After we finished up our shopping we stopped at an RV place for propane, anticipating our move to another campground tomorrow. The owner was very talkative, so David told him that we usually travel with friends, and that the womenfolk compete with each other to feed us extra well. He informed David that down in Louisiana, it's the men who cook at campgrounds, and that the quality of the meals is directly proportional to the amount of beer they drink! The best food comes after a six-pack, at least.

Cemetery mostly above ground

Harvested rice field waiting for the next crop.