Or how I decided to bake some cornbread from scratch! While my internet is intermittent, I am forced to do things that otherwise pretty much go undone around here–like laundry, dishes, cooking, and baking. Besides the other things mentioned, here’s what I was forced to do today . . . Good old-fashioned cornbread in the…
What do you do on a cold, windy Friday when the trout aren’t biting? You drift the banks for red fish in hopes they will bite. As fishing luck would have it, two fish reached the end of the line (no pun intended) and made it into the boat. They are a beautiful bronze color…
Move over chili and make way for easy breezy Taco Soup. Sometimes we bayou women have to unchain our selves from the cooktop and Magnalite long enough to do other important things (like blogging) in life. We went to bed last night with the AC on and woke up this morning needing fuzzy slippers and…
Some folks call a black drum a “goo” and consider it undesirable; but when a fish gives it’s life for my pleasure or gain, I do not feel comfortable wasting its life. So, in honor of the 30.5 pound black drum that gave its life for me, I call these “Goo Cakes”. They are…