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.

Friday, February 26, 2010

The Texican

It's time for the tavern-keeper to post another liquored-up drink, don't you think?  I'm reaching for this one about right now and then heading with friends out to the Stock Show & Rodeo.


1 1/4 oz of premium tequila - today I'm using Patron Silver
2 oz cranberry juice
1 teaspoon of freshly squeezed lime juice (please never-ever-ever use the bottled lime)
thin slice of lime for garnish

In a cocktail shaker with a little bit of ice, combine all.  Shake hard and fast and pour straight up or over ice. Garnish with the lime and serve.  After you drink it, you are allowed to call yourself a Texican.  After 4, who cares?

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Suggested listening: 'Cowboy Man' by Lyle Lovett
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