…or as it’s known to the francophones of the region, Le Festivale de la Viande Boucanee. Now, that’s my kind of festival. Smoked meat. I had no idea I was living so close to the self-proclaimed “smoked meat capital of the world,” Ville Platte. Here is their emblem. It appears to be a woodcut of an anthropomorphic sausage.
This afternoon the cook-off winners will be announced, along with the “smoked meat royalty.” There all sorts of beauty pageants in conjunction with this festival, as well, so expect to be gnawing on animal bones with newly-minted cajun beauty queens. I can think of no way I would rather spend a Saturday. And, the food and music are going until midnight tonight!