But aye preefir heetin mama's black arn skilleet til it glows red haut. Den I put de box in eet. She melts perrfect an' flat as de rice feelds in St. Landry. Ah mo' elegant solution to dee hammar.
You know those racks of posters you get in some stores? That picture is just the sort of colorful and quirky thing you'd find among them. Maybe selling the rights could bring in a few bob for Maison-Tit-Bayou?
The Falcon is a painful reminder to me that I recently drove thirty miles and back to check out a box that someone told me about. It was a one row with Cajun and Falcon written on it and was real cheap, but not too old. I knew all along it had to be Chinese, but you have to check these things out just in case it's the bargain of the century.