A Cajun is someone with Love & Honor for God & Family
A Cajun as a friend, will love you as family.
A Cajun has a true love for life.
A Cajun is always very friendly & willing to help.
One other thing, if you cross a Cajun, you will always be SORRY.
Cajun chic does not tell the amazing story of how we came here, who we were and who we are. Many of the older Cajuns know the story and should tell the young genrations this story. Our modern day kin in Canada, New England and France also know the story, because each of them have had to live it in someone way.
To learn more CAJUN HISTORY
GUEYDAN DUCK FESTIVAL
CRAZY CAJUN KITCHEN
YOU MIGHT BE A CAJUN IF....
--You never ran Halloween BUT always ran Mardi-Gras
--You consider the four seasons as Winter, Spring, Summer, & Hunting.
--You think the opening week-end of Squirrel Season is a legal hoilday,
AND local schools & stores in town are closed for that week-end.
--Your high school band's rendition of the National Anthem begins with,
"Jambalaya, Crawfish Pie, and File Gumbo"
--You stand up when they play "Jolie Blonde"
--You think the your State bird is the Mosquito
--You consider Breaux Bridge the Capital of the State, & Lafayette the Capital of the Nation.
--You think the Mason Dixon Line is at Bunkie.
--You think way up North is Sherverport
--Watching "Wild Kingdom" inspires you to write a cookbook.
--You think a lobster is a crawfish on steroids.
--You think boudin, hogshead cheese, and a Bud is a bland diet.
--You think Ground Hog day & Boucherie Day are the same holiday.
--You take a bite of 5-alarm chili and reach for the Tabasco.
--Fred's Lounge in Mamou means more to you than the Grand Ole Opry.
--You have an "envie: for something instead of a craving.
--You speak english but some words come out in Cajun.
--You use a #3 washtub to cover your lawn mower or your outboard motor.
--You use 2 or more pirogues to cover your tomatoes to protect them from the late frost.
--You use a gill net to play tennis, badmitton, or volleyball.
--The horsepower of your outboard motor is greater than that of your car motor.
--You pass up a trip abroad to go to the Crawfish Festival in Breaux Bridge.
--You wear those white rubber boots to clean up outside & call them your "Cajun Reboks"
--Your children's favorite bedtime story begins with "Clovis the Crawfish..."
--Your school teaches the four basic food groups as
"Boiled seafood, broiled seafood, fried seafood, and beer"
--Asked to name the four seasons & your reply is, "onions, celery, bell pepper, and garlic"
--You are asked to name the "Fab Four" and your respond,
"Paul Prudhomme, John Folse, Justin Wilson, and Vernon Rogers."
--Your description of a gourmet dinner includes "deep fat fried"
--You let your black coffee cool and find that it has jellied.
--You describe a yard of boudin and cracklins as "breakfast"
--Your mama announces each morning,
"Well, I've got the rice cooking, what will we have for supper?"
--None of your potential vacation destinations are
north of the old Mississippi River Bridge (US 190)
--You refer to Louisiana Winters as "Gumbo Weather."
--You get a dissapointing look from your wife & describe it as "She passed me them pair of eyes"
--You greet your long lost friend at the Lafayette International Airport with
--You sit down to eat boiled crawfish & your host says, "don't eat the dead ones",
and you know what he means. (I do, do you?)
--You learned Bourre the hard way, holding yourself upright in your crib.
--You learned how to add & subtract playings cards with your family.(I did)
--You don't know the real names of your friends, only their nicknames.
--You give up Tobasco & hot sauce up for Lent. (One our grandson does every year!)
--Your son brings home his future wife and you ask
"Who's your mama, is she Catholic, & can she make a roux?"(an old saying)
--You know the difference between Zatarains, Zeringue, and Zydeco.
--Your dog thinks the bed of your pickup is his kennel.
--Your husband thinks the back of his pickup is the garbage dump
--You can look at a rice field and tell how much gravy it will take to cover the rice.
When eating in a Mexico restaurant you think the hot taco dip is a soup & drink it.
--at least once a day in conversation you say "Mais cher, I like that, me."
Don't know who wrote it but I added most of them.
Most of this still goes on here in Cajun country
Just added a new one credits below
If you think of one I forgot Please e-mail
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