Saturday evening while unwinding with my family, my cell phone began playing some Zydeco from John Delafose (my ring tone).  I answered, and was welcomed with a butt dial from Louis – live on stage in Dayton Ohio.  I listened to he and his band perform Louisiana French music live, thru my iPhone for 10 Continuing reading…

Slightly across from our home’s side door is a small grove of bald cypress trees that we planted about thirteen years ago.   Along with the live oak trees, crepe myrtles, and Southern Magnolias we transplanted, and a few very old native pecans, our yard is taking on the appearance of a Louisiana themed arboretum.   In Continuing reading…

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Before Lent

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.

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…

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.

Eggplant is the best.

In the Garden

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

Woke up this morning well before sunrise and sluggishly started a pot of Mello Joy dark roast coffee. Using one rounded tablespoon of grounds for each cup of water I was brewing what we call in South Louisiana café noir. An extremely strong and very black cup of coffee. My brother and I were getting Continuing reading…