Bayou Teche Brewing - Beer Drinker's Paradise

Don’t blame me if you were injured on the dance floor at Pat’s Atchafalaya Club last Sunday. You were warned several months ago that I am not the world’s best Cajun dancer. Last Sunday afternoon Dorsey and Laurin, Byron, Lucius Fontenot, Brandon Broussard, Mona Oglesby, Stephanie and I drove out to the levee inHenderson.  Lucius Continuing reading…

Stephanie and I had been working all morning in separate rooms in our house.  She was cloistered upstairs in our office toiling on some year-end reports going to the numerous officials in the states we are distributed in.  I was downstairs answering the one hundred and seven emails I had let pile up during the Continuing reading…

We don’t drink wine with Gumbo, we drink beer!

We iced down LA-31 and Grenade beer donated by Bayou Teche Bieres in a pirogue, and Ray Pellerin hauled all of it to South Texas in his motorcycle trailer.

Our family started our little brewery just over a year ago knowing that we wanted to craft beers to compliment Cajun and Creole cuisines and lifestyles – to be selected at the nation’s premiere food and beer event to us is a big honor.

Well I woke up Sunday morning With no way to hold my head that didn’t hurt. And the beer I had for breakfast wasn’t bad, So I had one more for dessert. The opening lyrics of Sunday Morning Coming Down by Kris Kristofferson (though I think I’ve only heard the Johnny Cash version of the Continuing reading…

My grandfather was a bad dancer, as was his father. My father is pretty bad, as are my brothers. As for me, when I dance I look like the scarecrow in the Wizard of Oz, if he was cursed with arthritis and a strange lack of rhythm.

New Years day was planned around a large midday meal (called diner in those days), with the accompanying black eyed peas and cabbage, and multiple dessert dishes and demitasses of café noir.

Coffee was served after dinner and as the conversations wound down, my grandfather would always head off for his nap.

When we were kids, our grandfather always tended a large
vegetable garden, and I kind of want to pass that tradition on.