This past weekend found me about a two-hour drive from my bayou up to the banks of the beautiful Tchefuncte River near Madisonville, LA. I met up with my good friend, Steph, to see what kind of fun we could generate for ourselves and what kind of trouble we could avoid getting into! After bickering…
We’re approaching the end of a very long, hard winter. Of course, down here in bayou country, we can’t complain about snow-covered driveways or frozen ponds; but any time the temps dip below freezing and stay that way for more than a day, we pretty much go into shock and hibernate as much as possible….
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….
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…
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…
Whenever I see an agent of decay, like fungus, I hear my daddy saying, jokingly, “There’s a fungus among us!” I can’t for the life of me recall what he would have possibly been referring to, because none of us had nail fungus or anything like that. But what some folks might consider just ugly…