New Orleans, Day 3: Eat Ya Later, Alligator!
Thursday was gator day on our grand New Orleans adventure. We saw gators both in the water and on our plates.
Okay, let me back up a second.
We went on a nice little swamp tour, on a gator hunt. We didn’t actually hunt the alligators (though it is apparently legal to hunt a certain number of them every year). We just looked on as we motorboated through the choppy waters. One of the gators came right over to the boat, and our guide fed it marshmallows.
Yes, alligators have a thing for marshmallows. Had I known this, I would have brought the kosher marshmallows the local temple gave us last week in a care package just to see what would happen.
My guess: you’d have a nutritionally unsatisfied but culturally enlightened alligator.
All kidding aside, it was a pleasant experience. As soon as we got back, we went to dinner and got an appetizer that included alligator sausage.
Let’s just get this out of the way: alligator meat tastes like salami. It’s… okay, I guess. You should try alligator at least once in your life.
There are voodoo shops with alligator teeth and alligator stores. Ladies who want to show off use alligator-skin handbags. And there are people in this world who wear clothes made from gator skin.
So I guess someone figured, “Well, we have all this meat lying around, might as well taste it.”