First off, I got to eat boiled crawfish that I didnt’ even have to boil. I didn’t shop for any of the ingredients, either. Thank you, BigSis, for doing the shopping, which was gift enough for me. The day was a relaxing one. As the crawfish were sitting for their final soak, Dotter called to…
Whether you call them bream, bluegill, sunfish, or patassa (pah-tah-sah) these hand-sized gifts from the freshwater pond would be well served upon any plate.
It’s that time of year again, and this is one of the most popular recipes in the Bayou Woman’s Recipe Box–Blackberry Cobbler!
and a contest winner. Back on April 12, I did a “name that photo” contest. I never chose a winner, but I would like to say today that the prize goes to Musing Egret for her caption, “Honey bee still!” So, M.E., please contact me via email and we will go from there in order…
or “Yes, I’m aware there is a major oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico.” As a result, I will preempt the cabinet post. You’re right, I can’t ignore it any longer. I can’t continue on my merry way with the new house, and act as though it’s all a bad nightmare, thinking when I…
My “TO DO ” list is about a half mile shorter than it was a month ago, but as I sat at my desk this morning looking for comments from you and deleting junk mail, and generally avoiding what needed to be done, a red truck drove past my bedroom window headed back toward the…