When I relocated to south Louisiana at the adventurous age of 23, the celebration of Mardi (Tuesday) Gras (fat) had not yet made its way to the streets of Bossier City or Shreveport, my old stomping grounds. And because my family wasn’t Catholic, I was pretty clueless about Fat Tuesday and Ash Wednesday and Lent….
There were 9 faithful readers who commented and were entered into the drawing. Thank you all for your conversations! Miah did the honors since this post was all about him and his fabulous baking skills. And the winner is . . . . Congratulations, Blufloyd! I don’t know if you’re still drinking coffee these days,…
I had the best time learning how to make traditional king cakes with my very special son at his cooking class. I’ve not had the chance to see him in action since he began this course last August. Talk about impressive! From the cooking lab to the teachers, they are top-notch. Miah was a great…
Since I’ve been down with the creeping crud, I’ve asked my sister to do a guest post for me. You all know her here as LilSis, but she does actually have a name! Heather is going to share a recipe with you that I actually sent her in 1999, and had forgotten about. So without…
Welcome to the new look! This is how the blog looked from 2007 until now . . . And today I present you with the new look, and I’m so excited to share the new changes with you, I can hardly stand it! You will find great new organizational features which will make navigating the…
Recently while driving along the highway, an old memory surfaced, prompting me to perk up and pay attention. The memory goes like this . . . It was 1979, and I had been living down in south Louisiana for about a year. I was sitting on the back steps where I lived, looking at a…