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R/C
Charlie Sammarco writes:
"… Several months ago Commodore Rawls was talking about a new
menu item the chef tried out, called Frogmore Stew. He said that,
"if you really want to do it right, you need to do it outside
for a large group. You boil up lots of shrimp, potatoes, onions,
sausage, peppers, corn on the cob and crabs and then dump them over
banana leaves on a table and dig in." I thought it sounded a
bit past the normal CRYC-type event, overly southern. ... But,
listening to the Commodore tell me about this with such passion, and
being a Yankee to boot, we found a date for the event."
July 10th 2004.
The rest is history!
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"…
he mentioned that "Zydeco" music was positively necessary
to have this party. I had no idea what Zydeco was and asked
everybody. Eddie didn't know it; Lynn and Carlos didn't know it. So,
I went on the Internet and found out lots about it. I found a
"Porch Dogs" band out of Orlando who has played at many
Cajun festivals in Florida and Louisiana. They agreed to drive down
and play the party for us."
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Well,
this turned out to be absolutely the most upbeat, fun,
come-as-you-are, eat tasty Cajun-cooked food with your fingers,
dance, howl and hoot to excellent, entertaining, happy music, event
of the year. We worried about the crowd and the heat. As it turned
out, we had a decent breeze and the biggest July crowd we can
remember, who all had a great time with so many of them letting us
know how much they liked the party. If you were there, you know it,
and if you weren't, you missed out on a great party. This will have
to be done again and with the Porch Dogs. Thank you Commodore Rawls!
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