A wasted day . . .
The delivery truck broke down, but no one bothered to inform me until I called at 4 p.m.
Still no hot water, and I’ll find something good to post about as soon as I can.
The delivery truck broke down, but no one bothered to inform me until I called at 4 p.m.
Still no hot water, and I’ll find something good to post about as soon as I can.

Last year my sons and I experimented with grilling duck breasts, and we met some challenges along the way. However, this year, I’ve got it all figured out and this recipe has passed the Bayou Woman Kitchen taste test.
I have come to realize in the past month why hard physical labor puts me off kilter. The heat and humidity don’t just sap my energy, they drain my creative pipes dry. By the end of the day, meaning dark-thirty after all the tools are put in the shed while the mosquitoes do their own…

Yes, but what kind of nest is it?
Springtime down the bayou signals that it’s time to enjoy not only the weather but one of our cultural trademarks–the crawfish boil.

They were already getting after it when I arrived at 7:30 a.m. Now that the 8×8 pilings have settled in the concrete, they have to be cut level. First a level line is marked and then drawn. Then pilings are cut on the line, making sure all are the same height. Next the beams that…

Well, I’ve only been home about an hour, and I hurried and unpacked, threw my dirty laundry in the washer, and uploaded a couple photos so hopefully I could sit down uninterrupted and get this post started and finished tonight. First off, congratulations to Mrs. Coach for winning the copy of Judy Christie’s book, Wreath…