Via Powerline’s The Week in Pictures Neither words nor pictures describe what flooding is really like. If you haven’t seen it– or lived through it– you can’t really know. That said, if you’re interested keeping up with what’s happening on the ground in Louisiana, may I suggest you follow along with Rod Dreher’s life. Dreher
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Apparently, I did not take a photograph of the finished burgoo. I am sorry. The finished burgoo is a stew. Mr. Big Food cooked it over the course of two days– well worth the effort. We had it for supper on Derby Day! The recipe is from Craig Claiborne’s Southern Cooking (1987). Here’s part of
This entry is part 8 of 20 in the series RulesIn writing or speaking, give to every person his due title, according to his degree and the custom of the place. George Washington’s “Rules of Behavior” as found in Stepping Stones to Literature: A Reader for Seventh Grades (1898).
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“Marica, you seem a bit pensive this evening. Is everything alright?” “Ruff?” “Oh, Missy! Oh Rocky! I love you both so so much!!” “Ummm…. . umpherhaharr. [cough] We love you, too, Marica.” “ruff.” “I’m sorry. That was so uncharacteristically emotional of me. I apologize.” “No need, Marica, no need. You love us. We love you.
The cookbook from which this recipe comes– Royal Recipes from Cajun Country— is a real hoot. Nearly every entry begins with a little story about “King Culinary.” Some are funnier than others, but Mr. Big Food included them all in his Big Food Manual. King Culinary’s good friend, ole Bill Landry, runs the hometown newspaper
We have covered this ground already but apparently Mr. Guy Martin of Garden & Gun did not take the lesson to heart. “Must you say goodbye?” is the first reader question Mr. Martin addresses in the most recent “Ask G&G”– filed under, of all headings considering his answer, “Talk of the South.” I’m not able to find
Mr. Big Food’s Southern antipasto: It’s Southern because it has pickled okra and chow-chow Wednesday is “guy food” night. (Meatless Monday, Fancy Tuesday, etc. We are fans of order– of a certain sort– here at the Farm.) Southern antipasto was followed by fried barbecue-seasoned oysters and boiled shrimp.What. A. Feast. Thursday is Heritage night. Tomorrow is
Tip of the old John Deer cap to Mr. Big Food’s Dad who sent these along. Enjoy! Subject: 30 Things a Southern Boy Will Never Say…. 30. When I retire, I’m movin’ north. 29. I’ll take Shakespeare for 1000, Alex. 28. Duct tape won’t fix that.
Miss M went to town yesterday and got stuck in a traffic jam.She said they trotted right past her car window but she couldn’t snap a photo because she was, you know, driving!
Without your knowledge, I have just placed you, my dear loyal readers, into one of two categories: 1) DG? WTF does DG stand for? OR 2) Oh, I see! A post about Dollar General! How exciting!!You may find yourself in the former category if you’ve had no exposure to the “largest small-box discount retailer” in
Life is BIG when you have more than one seafood gumbo recipe in your very own Big Food Manual and Survivalist Flourishing Guide. SEAFOOD GUMBO I Makes a huge pot-ful 2 C olive oil 2 C flour (or more, up to 5 C) 6 C white onions, chopped coarse 3 C bell pepper, chopped 2
When Miss M and I left the farm at about 11am the water was back on. Sure, the pressure wasn’t up to snuff, but that’s to be expected.When we returned we still had water, of a certain sort. Boiled water for washing dishes and such When I inquired about the water situation at about 4:45pm–
Southerners tend to live in one place, where they can see whole lives unfold around them. It gives them a natural sense of the narrative, of the dramatic content of life. — Eudora Welty From Under Live Oaks: The Last Great Houses of the Old South (Caroline Seebohm and Peter Woloszynski, Clarkson Potter Publishers, New
Now that the mystery of how Easter Eggs came to be associated with the Easter Bunny has been resolved, we are confronted by the mystery of the Easter Egg Tree. We have an Easter Egg tree inside. I wanted to just pile eggs on top of Christmas bulbs (in March) but I was out voted
First the Easter Bunny and now this?
of the big yellow flash lights, we gathered round the hearth and chatted about the day.I was told by the local power association fellow that they– they, the Local Power Association– had a line down and took a line down just up from us because there was a line down and power would be back
It means I can’t sit around eating bonbons and watching my stories this afternoon. That’s what it means. Dang. UPDATE! Like magic the lights came on seconds after I called to inquire about when the lights would come back on. Now this should be fun. In lieu of watching my stories, I mopped the kitchen
This should really surprise regular readers. We are having company!One of the things I like to do when company’s coming is to slightly modify the crappy old book selection in the guest room’s colorful library. (Many books were chosen because of the color of the cover or spine– who can resist a book with orange