tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52139953836966309102024-02-07T16:14:10.010-08:00Creole CatsupNOLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13937973378260397364noreply@blogger.comBlogger44125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5213995383696630910.post-59882014717764770502011-05-08T21:19:00.000-07:002011-05-08T21:32:39.998-07:00A Baby arrived and a Mother was bornI'd like to take a moment to thank my mother for all she did to encourage me to become a Mother.She downplayed the work, pain and heartache that comes with the job and treated me like I was carrying the Christ Child! ( as it turned out, I was) Though I couldn't hold a candle to my Mom, she often told me I was a trooper and could handle anything. She even wrote those things down in letters. What I am most grateful to her for is that she gently led me towards the most rewarding job I would ever have and the 31 years of the love for my children and from my children defines me. It's all good. I miss you Mom<br />Love,<br />susieNOLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13937973378260397364noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5213995383696630910.post-9532655011636617002011-02-26T18:48:00.000-08:002011-02-26T19:08:51.035-08:00Justice or MercyOne Sunday morning during the High Mass at St. James, a bat disturbed the congregation by swooping at us from the choir loft. Coats were pulled over heads and mothers covered their little Christians and chaos stopped the Homily in mid sentence. Calmly but quickly, Dad raced to the back of the church and using his coat as a net, he caught the bat. I expected him to throw the coat on the floor and stomp what was fluttering beneath it but he simply carried the bat outside and flung it to the sky. Church goers mumbled about the bat being rabid as it is abnormal for a bat to do this during the day, that the bat could have infected someone with all sorts of diseases they carry and some even said that bats were the devil's birds. On the way home I asked Dad why he didn't kill the bat. "The bat was more terrified than we were and it was suffering".<br />" Justice would have killed the bat but Mercy let it go".<br />Max, this one's for you. I am proud of you son.NOLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13937973378260397364noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5213995383696630910.post-1103144893370167712010-12-23T20:50:00.000-08:002010-12-23T21:22:35.477-08:00who knewAs many of you know, I am now employed by the city of New Orleans at the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Lakeview</span> Public Library. I am coming off of week 3 and I thought I'd share with <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">ya'll</span> some of the things I have learned!<br />1) You have to be quiet at the Library.This is particularly hard for me as I am ( and was in the last 4 previous lives) a chirping bird!<br />2) As a city employee and serving the public, everyone is <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">entitled</span> to their opinions and I am not allowed to reveal my own. Again, this is particularly difficult for me.<br />3) All non fiction is filed using the DDS and all of the numbers are microscopic and it seems that every book I have to shelve is located on the bottom shelves which requires me to lay down on the floor and place one side of my face against the floor to see the numbers and find it's spot. ( I am more amazed that the same lengths were taken to borrow the book!<br />4) Lunch is an hour long and it's my favorite part of the day! The Library is conveniently located in a sweet little neighborhood with coffee shops and market, little cafes and a drugstore.I also get 2 breaks.I love the breaks, especially after shelving.<br />5) Not all children like story time but all children like sitting on my guitar case and huge stuffed animals and everybody loves stickers.<br />6)There is justice at the Library! If you are late returning an item, you are fined. You don't get to dispute it, you can't bully your way out of it and even if you refuse to pay the fine, it will show up on your profile FOREVER, Nobody really pays their fines, but I like that they are there.<br />( I am glad this justice system did not exist back when I was an irresponsible borrower)<br />7)People that work at the library are VERY cool.<br />8) I love this placeNOLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13937973378260397364noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5213995383696630910.post-51148623476164526842010-09-07T14:16:00.000-07:002010-09-07T15:51:00.126-07:00There is so a me in team!I was walking in the French Quarter this morning and passed a band playing I fall to pieces and without hesitation, I harmonized with the chorus. In continueing my walk, I slipped into a tee shirt shop BECAUSE it was blaring Seven Bridges Road where upon I took the high notes. Just as I was leaving the French Market and heading for work, a few pieces of brass second lined in front of me and I echoed the lines of when the saints go marching in.<br />I'd like to credit my teamability to bowling( the only sport I ever participated in ) but I cant. There was no me in bowling! My Dad could not sit in a car without singing. I learned to be heard by harmonizing. He had a beautiful tenor voice and an ARMY of songs. When he was singing he wasn't yelling and I learned to use that to my benefit when the phone bill was about to arrive.<br />But the real Team feelings emerged when I met Patte Gaeble. She brought songs and harmonies but also guitars,banjos and the occasional mandolin. DEPTH! Like all great wide recievers, she came in where ever you needed her too. She made my simple things complex, she made the Team look good even when I screwed up.<br />It's true, there is no me in music<br />Fortunately theres a U and an I<br />Today, I thought I heard her backing me upNOLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13937973378260397364noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5213995383696630910.post-70864516134297044622010-05-31T16:45:00.000-07:002010-05-31T18:23:37.757-07:00You are only young twiceMy friend, Sue <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Trembley</span>, came to New Orleans Friday and our lives were transformed into those of 2 teenagers escaping the house for the first time! Sue and I met in the first grade. We shared the same <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">catholisizing</span> education, developed similar souls and retain the same scars from growing up in a small town in a big family. ( not to mention having the same name) Having spent most of our school years plotting our escape, we later spent a decade of our adult lives returning home! We put a lot of water (and pink <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Catawba</span>, tango, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Genny</span> 12 horse ale and assorted tobacco products) under that bridge that divided our towns and made an infamous name for ourselves: The <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">Suesters</span>! Oh, but marriage and children, Jobs and opportunities straightened the wrinkles in our colorful quilts and it was amazing to kick off those blankets for a couple of days and just be 16 again. I have not laughed with this much enthusiasm in 20 years. I also can't explain what , exactly, made everything so funny. The Carthage police department had me in stitches at the mere mention of it, My side split open when we attempted to talk about a broken window at the school that I dared a certain someone to kick, and I am still hysterical about why Mrs. O'Brien (our 4<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span> grade teacher) did not like Sue. ( Sue knows what I said) Anyway, I just want to tell you that it is possible to go backwards in time for a little while with someone who was really back there with you and I want to remind you that if you let these friends slip away too long you will never know what I am talking about. This weekend was our emotional face lift, soul <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">rejuvenation</span> and a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">derm</span> abrasion on the jagged memories that need to be erased. Thanks Sue, I love youNOLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13937973378260397364noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5213995383696630910.post-60934907870475086882010-04-25T15:24:00.000-07:002010-04-25T16:52:03.142-07:00Friend shipsMy friend from childhood ( a period that spanned the first 21 years of my life) is visiting from Colorado! We hadn't seen <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">each other</span> in 30 years. We hadn't talked in 25. We have been jabber <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">blabbin</span>' for 2 days ( minus the 3 hours we were trapped at church by the Spanish service that was a high Mass , included announcements, 2 Baptisms and a Confirmation at the end...) and we have yet to surprise <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">each other</span> with any of our stories. No re-<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">friending</span> needed here- we really knew <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">each other</span> well! Karen is still Karen and I am still Me and We are still standing <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">in spite</span> of ourselves. The same basic survival skills we used to get from Herrings to West Carthage were employed for the hundreds of thousands of miles that have been between us all these years.<br />There will be many thousands more in the future as it has ALWAYS been the journey for us and a destination is only a place to begin one. It is so wonderful to be reminded of that!<br />She brought me a scapular ( in case I die on the road)NOLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13937973378260397364noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5213995383696630910.post-22859548348499635542010-02-14T21:30:00.000-08:002010-02-14T21:37:29.493-08:00Lombardi GrasDat Tuesday! I saw the Saints in our superbowl parade. I saw the trophy. 800,000 people (possibly more) attended the 3 mile route from the Super Dome. (half the distance of a regular mardi gras parade)I stood in the fiftieth row of the 50 deep crowd, in the freezing cold, having waited 5 hours, having walked from home ( 38 blocks) and having to walk back when it was over and NOTHING WAS GOING TO KEEP ME FROM MY MOMENT! After all they did to 'get there', it was the least I could do.<br />Now what?NOLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13937973378260397364noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5213995383696630910.post-27053860638954234642010-01-01T06:23:00.000-08:002010-09-18T15:54:25.715-07:00a rose by any other name....My father's name for that popular Southern New Years side dish (black eyed peas) was Black eyed Susans. I guess he thought I would eat them if they had my name but I prefferred the Francie cabbages and the Timmy trees. If I were going to name a vegetable after my Dad, it would be ...... Djeau CornNOLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13937973378260397364noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5213995383696630910.post-89470064582582873402009-12-30T06:19:00.000-08:002009-12-30T06:54:17.357-08:00Waste not Want moreSince you have some cilantro left over from the civiche and perhaps a lime......It's time to gear up and trudge back to the store and purchase 2 cans (large) of black beans, another shallot, sour cream, bacon or pancetta and a couple of cans of chicken broth.You also need a warm loaf of french bread.I am assuming everyone has butter. So for about 20 dollars more- we won't waste the 50 cent lime or the 25 cents worth of cilantro!<br />It's soup time.<br />Saute the pancetta in a little bit of olive oil to a light crispiness. Remove the pancetta and save.<br />Add the minced garlis and the thinly sliced shallot.( sea salt and pepper these guys)<br />Drain your black beans and add those once the shallot is soft<br />Let the beans cook a little bit to absorb the flavors in the pot then add the 2 cans of chicken broth. Let this simmer gently with the lid off and your constant supervision. It needs a stir every couple of minutes to make you look very important in front of your friends. Sip a glass of petit syrah and visit while waving a wooden spoon about your kitchen.<br />Once the broth has been reduced to a medium thickness, return the pancetta and the juice from half of that lime ( save the other half for next payday and I will tell you how to keep that from going to waste) and that handfull of chopped cilantro. Simmer just enough for that cilantro to make it to your nose and serve this up with a dallop of sour cream on top. Put your sliced bread and soft butter on the table.<br />Since your wine glasses have wine in them this time, I recommend a soup bowl for the soup.NOLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13937973378260397364noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5213995383696630910.post-55956574849574585812009-12-28T17:13:00.000-08:002009-12-28T18:08:14.059-08:00Little Shop of Hor d'oeuvres2010 is gonna be my year to eat little things in a Big way.<br />I intend to continue savoring my entrees but convert them to appetizer sizes.<br />Today I will share my recipe for civiche<br />Steam as many shrimp as you want ( shell and head on ) for a couple of minutes<br />(the marinade will finish cooking them)<br />Clean them and cut them in thirds<br />Sqeeze 2 lemons and 2 limes in a bowl and add 2 tbl sps of pineapple juice as well as 2 or 3 tbl sps of olive oil and a hand full of chopped fresh cilantro<br />cracked sea salt and black pepper to taste<br />Add the shrimp<br />dice a shallot, a green onoin and a couple of big toes of garlic and toss that in<br />Cube 1/2 cucumber, 1 roma tomatoe, a good size piece of mango and a couple of strips of red bell pepper and dump them in the marinade<br />Attempt to cube a firm but ripe avacado and quickly coat with the marinade<br />Taste your marinade and if you'd like it a little sweeter, add a little more pineapple juice<br />Cover with plastic wrap (right on top of the civiche) and another layer of wrap on the bowl.<br />Let the juice cook everything while in the frige for at least an hour<br />Serve in a wine galss over a pretty piece of romaine, garnish with a lemon wheel and stand a couple of crustini in the middle<br />Steamed scallops work real well in this also<br />Since your wine glasses are busy, serve the pinot grigio in custard bowls!NOLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13937973378260397364noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5213995383696630910.post-46559014899239746672009-12-27T19:11:00.000-08:002009-12-27T19:53:47.048-08:00Northern HousepitalityI thought I'd write about Christmas in New York.<br />A visit from an old friend is a present in itself as it probably involved at least 2 trains,a brief walk on an icy street and 3 layers of clothing. Chances are your friend went even further out of his way to find tiramisu. I am certain parcels gain weight when you carry them in the cold and a 2 lb. bottle of wine can swell to 10 after walking up hill several blocks. I had forgotten all these things about the north and it's marvelous inhabitants who trade a cozy evening at home for the company of real human beings and spontanious conversations around a kitchen table. It is the repressed northerner in me that cooks. It's the childhood full of snow and stew that causes me to sob as I make a pot of sauce or stew a chicken for 5 hours. Thank you Camie and James for your kitchen, your wonderful friends and that table we just couldn't get away from. Thank you, New York, for a beautiful Christmas. Thank you Steve's G town for the pancetta, parmesan, heavy cream, Italian sausage, fresh basil and parsley. Special thanks to my grand dog, Freddie, who savored every morsel I dropped.<br />Happy New Year to all.NOLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13937973378260397364noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5213995383696630910.post-73034405485328120972009-08-16T17:16:00.000-07:002009-08-16T17:38:40.949-07:00I eat Alone....Yeah, with nobody else.....They say that breaking up is hard to do.... But eating ramen and go food can prolong the misery.<br />So, I am going to treat myself like a new boyfriend and try to convince myself that pescatore for one tastes exactly the same as if it were for two. Guess what, if ya miss pissin off the old boyfriend from time to time, you can indulge yourself by really irritating the man at the seafood counter in your favorite super market!!<br />I'll have 2 oysters, 2 scallops and 2 shrimp,please- no not that shrimp, this shrimp. ( I have done this before)<br />Saute some garlic in olive oil and a little butter and toss the seafood in it a minute. Douse with some lemon juice. Remove the seafood and add diced onion until soft, toss in chopped olives(green and black) and some chopped basil and a drained can of chopped tomatoes<br />. Salt and pepper the tomatoes. Keep cooking and if you have a jar of B&B mushrooms, throw them in.A microscopic pinch if cinnamin and a speck of cayenne. When all the ingredients seem to be enjoying their new relationships, return the seafood to the sauce to heat up and pour it over some linguini. Parm cheese and a glass of petite syrah. Is there a photo of your x in the trash can? Good, scrape your plate on top of that and go see what's on tv.NOLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13937973378260397364noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5213995383696630910.post-18015606870837133572009-06-13T21:19:00.000-07:002011-10-05T18:57:18.459-07:00It's not Nani, it's Ka NaniI left Faith fot the first time today to come to work. After being the baby barnicle on the SS Kanani for 7 weeks, we knew this was going to be a stressful event for her. I worried about it all day, Faith KNEW something was up, Marty ran out and bought a little pool and a gallon of icecream, I tried to prepare slowly for work and then the moment came. I did not want to just disappear so I told her I was going to work and I could hear her crying behind the door and she could hear me cry for about 2 miles up the road. It then occured to me that that is what Tina told her when she left.NOLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13937973378260397364noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5213995383696630910.post-78438395357863914362009-04-19T15:00:00.000-07:002009-04-19T15:24:08.023-07:00Le jardinMarty and I ate our way through the French Quarter Festival today and after sampling 6 different restaurants we proceded to search for obnoxious T- shirts for our up-coming cruise in December. There is no challenge in satisfying Marty's good taste, within 5 minutes we found: " If it's true beer damages brain cells, I must have been a freakin' genious". No, the challenge today would be finding something for me. As we continued to search, we found Zues the perfect t-shirt for the dog park: "It's not gonna lick itself". An hour passes and then another one and I whined to Marty that there isn't anything here for me. Sadly, we agreed to head to the car and as we walked through the French Market pushing through piles of tourists and thousands of beads, I saw a hand towell that read " silence of the Labs". And then there it was, my perfect t-shirt, the one that only I could wear, the one that BELONGED to me. It has a big sprig of rosemary and a tiny sprig of rosemary on the front. In soft pretty letters it says" Rosemary's Baby".NOLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13937973378260397364noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5213995383696630910.post-13263005269879215592009-03-21T10:43:00.001-07:002013-02-24T15:25:24.783-08:00NOLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13937973378260397364noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5213995383696630910.post-13270088936528187452009-03-21T10:43:00.000-07:002013-02-24T15:25:15.643-08:00Mrs. Butterworth or Anything for baby....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6x4xwLQCg_Gs4CikR2nfOI4_ck5B1G7sQjJfy0hDxVOUgBKX-wM9atO8NH3lJNJj7pBTAvWMY6rSD_qXe95urkShdo-8lyuEorwWZ8y9LMhyphenhyphenEAp3rqbNk85f06phw-87dGg2kzuSbg0Hi/s1600-h/DSCN0654.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316734268483819122" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6x4xwLQCg_Gs4CikR2nfOI4_ck5B1G7sQjJfy0hDxVOUgBKX-wM9atO8NH3lJNJj7pBTAvWMY6rSD_qXe95urkShdo-8lyuEorwWZ8y9LMhyphenhyphenEAp3rqbNk85f06phw-87dGg2kzuSbg0Hi/s320/DSCN0654.JPG" style="float: left; height: 240px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px;" /></a><br />
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The grandchildren are here for the weekend. Faith is in charge of everything! Where we sit, what we eat, what we watch on TV, bed times, rising times, good times, bad times, the weather and the latest bills sent to congress. This morning she wanted my chair. Of course, I GAVE IT TO HER. Then she wanted pancakes and Marty whipped them up and placed them in front of her. She then muttered meanly "BACON' so he made her some bacon. "Juice" was delivered and " FORK" was retrieved over and over and maple syrup was reapplied multiple times on her pancakes. I was relieved of duty long enough to get ready for work ( and believe me, I sloooowly got ready for work). As I reached for my purse and suit coat (official work jacket of the de la Monnaie) I realized they were both on the back of my chair, the chair the baby had demanded at gunpoint.<br />
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NOLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13937973378260397364noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5213995383696630910.post-50169414902286587792009-03-13T16:43:00.000-07:002010-04-25T17:10:46.943-07:00Fleurs de lisI met Suzanne when I was 15. We were both volunteers working on West Carthage's first Teen Center in a church basement on Main street. I was from the Catholic school and she was from the public school. She chose a name for the kitchen area and I made the sign. " The Slop Shop"! A few days later I ran into Suzanne with her little dog, Pansy. She was really upset and told me what her stepfather had done to her, that she couldn't go home and she was leaving town. I dragged her to St. James rectory to talk to someone. I remember asking Father <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Spinard</span> if she could just sleep at the church until we could come up with a plan. He said, very <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">catholicly</span>,"no". I then went home, pinched a five dollar bill from my mother's purse, returned to Suzanne who was waiting for me at the abandoned train car and said I'd go with her.( I was an experienced hitch-hiker at 15) We went to Virginia. We wound up in a half way house for teens called Bumpy Oak <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Counseling</span> Center. When interviewed after the cops took us there, it was determined that I was as fucked up as a soup sandwich and Suzanne, the rape victim of her stepfather, was fine. Parents were notified and my parents called her parents to arrange transport and were told that they wouldn't be bringing her back. My Dad showed up 12 hours later in his <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Sunday</span> suit and top coat. Doctors approached him to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">recommend</span> institutions for me! When I learned that nobody came for Suzanne, I actually did go nuts, "I'm not leaving if she's not leaving". My father took temporary custody of my new best friend and we slept in the back seat for most of the 12 hour ride home. Over the next few years we would take many trips (some road and some right there at the abandoned train car) She thought I was courageous and creative and I thought she was grounded and determined. I thought she was the real Suzanne and she thought I was.<br /><br />I found out today that she died.NOLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13937973378260397364noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5213995383696630910.post-77665210420944488142009-02-22T19:30:00.000-08:002009-02-22T21:28:04.389-08:00If I only had a name....When we replace items at the hotel they are raffled off to the employees!<br />I won the fax machine this week. Ernestine is now in my livingroom.<br />You all know my affection for the telephone... My land line, homey, and my cel , Matey, as well as her charger, bat food, are concerned about their rightful places on the table in the living room.<br />I tripped over Mr. Toasty ,my heater, yesterday and knocked over Jason, my new food processer. My wine rack, bubbles,endured quite a shake as I sturdied myself on my potrack, vincent.I am now taking out an accident insurance policy. I'm gonna call it my stimulous package.NOLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13937973378260397364noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5213995383696630910.post-34618112464910508222009-01-26T20:49:00.000-08:002009-01-26T21:00:47.781-08:00Waltzing MatildaSaturday, I was packing dishes in my kitchen with the TV on for company when aTom Hanks movie crept in like a subtle melody ( Castaway) and I ended up exploring what the movie might mean (to me). I had never heard anyone tell me it was a good movie, only disappointed fans chimed in over the years to say it sucked but, I am glad I gave it a chance. I was particularly moved by Wilson. For 2 days I wondered why Wilson touched me so deeply. I was packing more dishes today when a real old song crept into my head like a subtle movie.....You'll go a waltzin' Matilda with me"NOLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13937973378260397364noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5213995383696630910.post-41866169521301849932009-01-05T20:42:00.001-08:002009-01-17T10:22:45.663-08:00Old Years RevelationsHere are a few of the light bulbs that when on in 2008.<br />New Orleans is some how connected to the Catholic Church.<br />I am watching the severe weather warnings on the bottom of my TV screen and I notice all of the affected "PARISHES" have Saint's names.<br />Our football team should have been a clue....<br />The first King cake of the mardi gras season is served on Three Kings day(or 12th night)<br />There is a BABY in the king cake.<br />The entire city abstains from meat on all the Fridays in lent. Imagine the people we get out of purgatory by eating massive amounts of shrimp, oysters, crabs and redfish every Friday.<br />(sorry Dad, but if you were expecting me to get ya a get out of purgatory ticket, I'll need to reside somewhere else during lent)<br />There are as many churches in this city as there are bars - you think driving and texting is dangerous? Try drinks to go , driving , shifting into third while blessing yourself every three blocks. I'll take texting teens in stolen cars any day.<br />Some befuddled tourists asked me why, in this city of sin, are there so many churches?<br />I thought about this and then told them non sinners do not need salvation. I went on to say that if they wanted more places of worship in their city, they need to invest more in sin.NOLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13937973378260397364noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5213995383696630910.post-27183453047972993712008-12-13T11:28:00.000-08:002008-12-13T11:46:36.432-08:0033 Pounds of Pork in the frige, 33 pounds of pork...Thats right. And if one of those pork packages should happen to fall...32 pounds of pork...We have 33 pounds of pork.(chops,roasts,ground)<br />There was more but we ate it.<br />Now we are sick of it.<br />Now we are taking chicken and beef recipes and using pork.<br />There was a year of my life where, thanks to my sister, I had the same long and daunting problem with lamb.<br />Sauer Krout and lamb, Lamb chili, speghetti and lamb blobs, lamb cordon bleu, Vegetable lamb soup...<br />Tonight we're having pork wellington.NOLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13937973378260397364noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5213995383696630910.post-53003257329512493362008-12-08T15:59:00.000-08:002008-12-08T16:48:55.538-08:00New Orleans is famous for bars....And nobody produces a better lemon bar than my man.<br />I returned from work last night and found the fabulous confections waiting on the table.<br />He makes these every year and the first time I tried them, I wept. His lemon bars taste exactly like my Mom's. His chocolate chip cookies taste exactly like nestles chocolate chip cookies in the refrigerated section of your grocery store.NOLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13937973378260397364noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5213995383696630910.post-40698614847681527912008-12-04T21:18:00.000-08:002008-12-07T15:46:44.943-08:00Weather or not, here I goIt was 75 degrees yesterday afternoon,50 when I left for work,49 when I got home,59 when I woke up,65 when I hung my laundry out,45 when it rained on my laundry an hour later, and with the wind chill factor,20 below when I pried the frozen garments off the line and the 11:oo pm news says it will be a bit chilly tomorrow. When I was 10, I wanted to be a weatherman. I had no idea there were weather women as we had just one tv station and Danny Burgess had the field all whored up.Since I was female, my dream of standing in front of that weather map slipped away and my life has never been the same.NOLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13937973378260397364noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5213995383696630910.post-90963759998086977892008-12-03T15:49:00.000-08:002008-12-03T15:57:29.919-08:00Gabriel. Grace and Tornadia...I used to have this huge mirror in my living room, thank God no one was hurt when the little tornado pulled it over. I have a new hole in my living room floor that little Faith made for me with my iron stocking holder off the mantle, labs and 2 year olds SPELL DISASTER and then become Disaster, I thought we had too many ornaments on the tree anyway, having my grandchildren here for 2 days........priceless.<br />I am totally wiped out and now I have to work 7 nights in a row to make up my time.(thank God, I can recover at work)NOLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13937973378260397364noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5213995383696630910.post-88312822831708600662008-11-23T17:40:00.000-08:002008-11-24T18:06:11.288-08:00s.o.s.SAVE OUR SANDWICH!!!<br />We went to the 2nd annual po-boy festival today. It's held on Oak street, uptown. We've had some really chilly weather the last few days so I wasn't too excited about being outside but it got up to 70 degrees and I didn't want to go home ( or to work, either).<br />We had: a pulled duck po-boy, shrimp romalaud po-boy with fried green tomatas, alligator and shrimp cheesecake and seafood stuffed mushrooms. We went home and ate an apple pie the big guy made as practice pie for the holiday. Only my daughter could appreciate this but I'll let ya's all know:I was having artichoke oyster soup for supper tonight, at it's reheated perfection, I dipped my spoon into my soup and 14 jerk monkey faced pukes approached the front desk. One by one I answered their cockamamie questions (and most of that only involved the word "no" (and then I thought: dumb ass) until the final 2 stepped up to the plate, or bowl, so to speak, and I said : " YESSSSSS?" Shyly one guest asked if she could inquire about a tour.<br />$55. later, I finished my soup.NOLAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13937973378260397364noreply@blogger.com2