For those of you who are sick of all sweet things, here is a savory dish.
Jambalaya.
I never liked shrimp or andouille sausage…or really anything for that matter. I was the pickiest eater EVER until I met Mikey/the Evon family.
One of my first food memories (food traumas) was when Mikeys older brother, Willie, made me eat a snail. It was Christmas at the Evon’s, which meant snails and mussels and octopus. All the things I hated most.
My brother in law, Willie, being the gentle, quiet soul that he is…decided it would be fun to force me to eat a snail. 15 minutes later (all the while holding back tears) I opened my mouth and allowed him to force feed me the snail. I swallowed it whole and prayed I would be allergic (so this whole, “hey, lets make Bethany eat it” joke could end forever)…





