The Jim Bunch eats again . . . good Louisiana food this time

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My first work assignment: go scrounge up some grub. I headed right to Brew Bacher's to find this intimidating menu. [Click on the picture, then do 'f ll' to enlarge it, so you can read the menu good.]
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We settled on po-boys [check them out here]. I wanted oyster, but they had been out of them since Sunday. I settled on three shrimp po-boys, a catfish po-boy, and a large order of fried onion rings. Louis, who was recovering from his stroke, could really chomp down on that catfish when it was smushed up.

We did some more helping around for Mary, then headed to our jail for the night. On the way, with good behavior, we stopped at a couple of antique stores on Perkins Street in Baton Rouge.

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That cell bunk really hit the spot. After a wine and cheese episode in the library and a quick run to town (with good behavior) for ice cream, we settled down for a nice sleep. We deserved that after all they put us through.

Breakfast would come at 8:30, preceded by an 8:00 wakeup call with coffee. It turned out to be Community Coffee, this time with chicory.

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At an institution like this we had to be seated and stay quiet. No food fights were allowed. There were two other inmates here last night, one of them took this picture for us.

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Our only menu choice was coffee or tea. We opted for coffee. No chicory this time. The other drinks were orange juice and water, I had both of them also. Life Louisiana+Life Food Travel Food+and+Drink Louisiana+Food
On the plate were hash brown potatoes, a very nice quiche, two small pieces of sausage (I had put ketchup on for this picture, it would also be on those potatoes), and a large serving of grits.

Around the plate was butter, pineapple in a bowl, Community Coffee (Mrs. Jim and I shared a pot), a small pitcher of ketchup, orange juice, a small blueberry muffin (there were seconds on these), and a large biscuit with pear preserves to accompany.

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What did our first day entail? Here Mrs. Jim was apprehensive of the coming work detail. I'll tell the rest another day.

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This is the kitchen. Jail help didn't cook, it was more like K.P. [That's kitchen police for those who haven't been in the military or incarcerated.] It turned out Mrs. Jim didn't have to work there either.

Those paintings were Clementine Hunter (link) prints. Fairly valuable now, Clemintine's work is very popular around the state (Louisiana).

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Skipping between meal things, we found this for supper tonight. We ate at Fremin's in Thibodeau, Louisiana. The catch of the day here was flounder topped with crawfish in a lightly spiced cream sauce with linquini on the side.

Add to that a nice Cajun Cobb salad. This was preceded by a shrimp and corn soup of the day. Needless to say, we didn't have room for dessert.

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We got back to the compound at seven, just in time for wine and cheese in the library. When we got to our rooms, look what we found!