Over the weekend, Husband went to see his mother and one of his brothers in Louisiana. While there, they ate homemade fried oyster po boys and sandwiches from their favorite local bbq place. I asked him to bring home some of our favorite French bread. Even though I know how I feel eating wheat, sometimes you're just willing to suffer a little, ya know?
Look at this monstrous bag! This was what the loaves came in.
We had roast beef po boys au jus on Leidenheimer bread for supper. Oh, man, it was good, but now comes payback time for me. Aches and pains and stiffness. Worth it, though.
5 comments:
Seriously, that's a huge bag! LOL and I bet every crumb worth it!
P.S. too funny, your word verification spells out painuali
lol
I think I'd make the sacrifice, too! :>)
You're a dear, Lenetta!
That's from New Orleans, right?
When Richard Simmons brings up his childhood, he always mentions those po boys!! Fried oyster po boys and whatnot. I'll have to ask him if he knows about Leidenheimer bread. (I'm sure he does...he grew up in the French Quarter.)
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