“The Cajuns”
“Never in her life had Lucinda experienced anything like this household full of exhilarated Cajuns. She, who had spent most of her time in quiet seclusion, now found herself surrounded by the most lively and gregarious of people. Music pulsed through the house like an incessant heartbeat. Men played guitars; women sang; folks played the old piano. The stereo offered up all sorts of rhythmically-excited songs. Those without instruments kept the beat on table tops and used the heavy ends of table knives to tap it out on five-gallon cans. The kitchen was constantly in use. Mostly women, but some men, filled it at all hours of the day, boiling crawfish, seasoning étouffée, frying pain perdu, and deep frying boudin balls. Rich, aromatic clouds blew out from this busy kitchen. Peals of laughter accompanied the cooks as they maneuvered for stove space, utensils, and ingredients. So much cooking went on in that house that it might have been mistaken for a 24-hour restaurant.”