Rick Bragg says that he’s already eaten his way through Acadiana once — boudin from a gas station and cracklins in a parking lot. He says he stood there popping them like M&Ms. When he made the reverse of the “Oh! Susanna” trip and returned to Alabama, he brought his mother some cracklins.
Through the years, he has bought her two houses — and she was never happier about anything than she was about those cracklins.
He’s excited to be coming back to Acadiana.
On April 11, the 1996 Pulitzer Prize-winner will appear at Books Along the Teche Literary Festival in New Iberia. I’ll be the one sitting across from him, attempting to interview him on stage…