One of my favorite expressions from my stint in Louisiana was the term “gumbo weather.”
In Louisiana, “gumbo weather” meant the temperature dropped just low enough to make a hot bowl of gumbo (my personal favorite was the chicken and sausage … my wife prefers the seafood). If you’ve ever tried eating gumbo on a hot day, you know it’s just not the same.
True Louisiana gumbo is dark, rich, and full of seasoning. If you are ever handed bowl of gumbo that looks more like chicken soup, chances are it’s not real gumbo. I’ve had gumbo with chicken necks in it, oysters in it and other things I probably wouldn’t eat otherwise … and it’s amazing. Couple it with a few scoops of white rice … damn, I just gone and made myself hungry.
I bring this up because after a few days of 90-plus temperatures, today it feels like gumbo weather. It’s stormy, a cold front has knocked the high down to about 72, and stepping outside at 1:34 p.m. … I was a little chilly. Of course, we didn’t get this kind of weather until mid-November in Louisiana, so this is kinda nice. One of my favorite parts of North Carolina so far is having a fall that actually begins in the fall (which is officially Sept. 21, by the way).
So now I’m wondering if Jennifer is going to make us some gumbo tonight … or at least have her mom express ship it here today.