After sitting in boxes for 12 hours as pre-paid penance, last night I found myself dining on baked jambalaya at a tiny cramped restaurant in the French Quarter of New Orleans. This is the ideal food. I was content.
In toto I've now had three dishes of jambalaya at different venues over the last day, including another helping of the one I've long touted as the best I'd ever had. Correction: now it's the third best. I aim to further increase this number.
I'm here for the Popular Culture Association conference. I'm up tomorrow. In the meantime I've been attending papers on a wide variety of topics. Interesting stuff, if you don't mind phrases like "patriarchal hegemony" coming up a lot.