Hoo boy. I’ve met my spice match, in the form of a blackened catfish fillet at Chef Wayne’s Big Mamou in Springfield.
I just want to make it clear that I’m not a total wimp when it comes to heat. I’m somewhere in the middle between my Irish ancestors, for whom cracked black pepper is exotic and scary, and people who enjoy food that makes them sweat as they consume it, like a certain spouse of mine. But that blackening spice kicked me hard in the taste buds.





Leeanne Griffin is a freelance writer and food enthusiast.