But I mean, you were just buying the kettle? That's it? I didn't even know those were still a thing. I mean, obviously they still exist, I just assumed they'd gone the route of the broadsword--historical, vaguely interesting and occasionally deadly object most often accompanied by screams, but of no real practical use in the modern world.
Then again, I have a special agreement with tea, in that I agree not to drink it if it agrees to never allow me to drink it.
And alligator is pretty good. I had an alligator po' boy (which is Louisiana talk for sandwich, apparently), so it was pretty much honest to god deep fried alligator with two leaves of lettuce and a single slice tomato, but it was still very good. Some people said it tasted like chicken, but that's only true in the sense that chicken tastes lie everything else. It's really heavy, and a little... spicy? Sharp? I can't really think of any other way to describe it. The meat was also really thick, but sort of burst when you chewed through it.
And yay for you and Grumpy! Happy anniversary, whenever that happens!
Smooth, I'd say the bayou is almost exactly like the salt marshes except for pretty much everything. It's not gloomy at all (at least where I was), and wonderfully lush. And there were very few dead things (that I saw, at least)