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Input: Hey guys, new to this so I hope I get everything right. So back story, I'm from South Louisiana which is primarily Catholic and Cajun/Creole. Very, very, very different from North Louisiana which sits in the Bible Belt, hardly no Catholics, only Protestants (nothing wrong with that)! Anyways more backstory because I fuck with backstory. Cajuns and Creoles are very different from the rest of the Louisiana population. Yes, we like to get drunk and yes we have accents. There's a homely vibe that radiates in South Louisiana, more than anywhere else in the South. Cajuns (which is who I'll focus on because I am one) were at the bottom of the totem pole. My grand parents were beat in school for speaking French, people thought we were the lowest of the low. That being said, it won't suprise you to find almost anyone in South Louisiana willing to give you a hand, invite you over for some dinner, or give you a ride. It's a community that you can't find anywhere else. And remember that we are NOT white trash, but rather coonass. Come visit some time, try the best food in the world, come drink, come saltwater fishing or alligator hunting and I promise you'll never want to go home.

Anyways, I moved up to North Louisiana for college around 2 years ago. I got a great group of friends, rushed a fraternity, and got really involved with the school. They all tease me a lot because of my accent but they love me just the same. I love to cook, it's my passion and I'd like to think I'm pretty damn good at it. It primarily consists of gumbo, jambalaya, or fried deer backstap, my top 3. I will cook every 3-4 weeks and invite over 15+ people, and I will normally pay for it all myself but as long as I got all my podnahs over here drinking and having a great time, I'm happy. I have a buddy in particular who I get down with all the time, we always got each other's backs. But everytime I cook, he comes over and eats and complains about it. "Oh it's too spicy." "Too much salt!" "Too much Tony's." This man literally told me, too much Tony's... Tony's seasoning is literally in my blood... It's my bread and butter for any good dish. He never enjoys my food. Keep in mind, when I cook, I don't make it how I eat it because I promise no northern could eat what I could handle... Joke! Don't get mad! Anyways, I make it not as spicy so people can add to make it how they like it.

So tonight I invited a few people over, but not my friend in particular, to have some seafood gumbo I had cooked for Christmas and froze. He didn't get an invite and messaged me asking what I was doing. I told him nothing and he called me out for lying... Am I the asshole?

not including all my friends when I cook