True Confessions of a Mid-Life Cook

There's a definite correlation between my profound love of music and how and what I've taught myself to cook. My favorite music to listen to and to perform is soulful, sensual, sometimes funky and always bluesy in nature . . . and that's exactly how I cook. I like to get my hands in the food. I chop, I knead, I stir with my hands. Sometimes I wear my big rimmed cowboy hat, nightie and Old Gringo boots in kitchen, sometimes a coonskin cap when the mood strikes and sometimes just an apron and a smile. Using the freshest of ingredients, I love to bringing a new spirit to old favorites. I am so to drawn dishes seeping in both Texas and Southern tradition,with a special affinity for those authentic old jewels found in South Louisiana.
Because they, too, are so powerfully soulful?

I've discovered being a good cook is a journey and not a destination. (Yes, I stole an over-used corporate slogan and made it my own--but it's still the truth) Every time we screw up, we learn. And in part, that's what this blog is about. Cooking fearlessly. With heart, with soul -- and with some damn good music to inspire. (If your three layer chocolate cake ends up looking like a Jerry Springer rerun or you cut the tip of your thumb off while making New Year's Day gumbo, WHO CARES?Proclaim Francine Reed's "I'm a Handful" your theme song. She would like that.)
We cook because we find ourselves kinda empty if we don't.

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Who Dat?? Brunch



To kick off a glorious Super Bowl Sunday . . .

Menu:
Green Onion, Sausage and Shrimp Gravy w/Biscuits
Slow Cooked Grillades over Stone Ground Garlic Grits
Shrimp Remoulade
My Crawfish Pie
Crepes Suzette
Pain Perdu (French Toast)with Cane Syrup
Bread Pudding with Bourbon Creme
Grilled Sausage
Creole Cream Cheese with Fresh Fruit
Cafe au lait
Creole Bloody Mary
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