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….
Just when I was getting over glutting myself on King Cake, reader Foamheart sent me an email including photos of his Mardi Gras morning beignets. Now, I have to say, the photos made my mouth water, and I forgot all about King Cake. Give me a nice golden, crispy-on-the-outside and chewy-on-the-inside authentic beignet over King…
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…