This past weekend was one for the books as, on Friday, I got my first taste of alligator and, then Sunday, I headed back to my favorite church homecoming to eat, drink and be merry with the lovely Episcopalians again.

Friday night’s festivities began with a visit to Redbone’s in Jackson for some alligator supplemented, of course, with some crawfish and believe it or not, I hate to play slave to clichés, but the gator did taste like chicken and I gobbled it right down. Faster than the crawfish as a matter of fact. After the Cajun, I headed over to the Shannon Street Blues Festival which I’ve never heard of before, but which turned out to be quite entertaining. Think I’ll head back next year.

The church was packed on Sunday and I brought the only thing I’ve been proven successful in cooking — Mexican cornbread. It turned out to be a hit, though I didn’t eat any myself because I loaded it with cheddar. Someone brought homemade blueberry ice cream and the line seemed to never decline for it. I checked all the coolers and, yes indeedy, someone brought beer and wine again. People were freely popping the tops and draining down the liquid as fast as they could get it while chatting with the priest about the morning’s sermon. Old Trinity was beautiful. Unfortunately, recently, some people committed some extensive vandalism on the property, but everything was cleared up in time for the homecoming. If any of you get the chance, travel out for a visit.