Damn. First he gets so obese that he has to design a kitchen around his fat-guy wheelchair, then he loses all that weight and starts making the television rounds, now he dodges bullets! Paul Prudhomme is a badass.
Well, he didn't dodge it, exactly. While cooking at the Zurich Classic golf tournament near New Orleans yesterday, Prudhomme felt something hit his arm. He brushed it away only to discover a .22 caliber shell that failed to penetrate his skin. No biggie, he just went back to flipping fish. Happens all the time when you work in New Orleans, I guess, except usually it means that someone's going to the hospital.
Which still might happen if Prudhomme decides to take a break from cooking Cajun redfish and fly around the area, using his x-ray vision to locate the perp. All these powers are likely the result of a failed experiment in the eighties when he attempted to replace his blood with equal parts blackening seasoning and pork fat.
If that's all it takes, I guess I'm well on my way to being bulletproof too.
This article appears in Mar 26 – Apr 1, 2008.
