Thursday, September 30, 2010

Class of 1960

The Class of 1960 was out an about this evening and you could feel that fall was in the air. The enduring tradition of the Loreauville High Pep Rally brought back memories for me.  I can still see Dawn Lyl's pony tail swing in the breeze and feel her holding my hand as we watched the students light the fire.  This big sister had a lot on her mind , after all she was a cheerleader with plans of her own, but their I was tagging along. I must have been only about eight years old.  Today her pony tail is long gone but I still see that sparkle in her eyes and that endless facination with all things that are fun. Thats her. Thats my Joe.

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Bayou Benoit Cove

This is an old story I think of every time I hear the wind blowing through the Cypress trees this time of year.

Bayou Benoit Cove
It seems that four o'clock is the hour of decision at my house. Should I or shouldn't I go. This morning's wind had a clip of about 20 miles per hour, and the current weather report called for stormy skies. On yesterday's trip out to the basin I noticed the wide expanse of sky surrounding a lone oak tree sitting in a sugar cane field. Some times you should trust your instincts, but I didn't and I missed a beautiful sunrise. Today's ride on Banker road offered only grey overcast clouds.

Gus said it was a good day for hunters. It seemed that every pickup truck we crossed had a four wheeler parked in its bed. This is the time of year when every father, son, brother, cousin, and uncle heads out to a deer hunters camp.. These holy grails are situated throughout the Atchafalaya Basin area. Their locations on a GPS list them as Buffalo Cove, Cow Island, Bayou Cocodrie or Grand Lake. They are as elegant as a six room lodge or as humble as a small house boat. What ever it may be its the deer hunters dream location for the weekend. Tonight every camp will be filled with the aroma of seafood gumbo or wild game stews.

After we returned home I started my own traditional first blue northerner-cold front gumbo. Chicken, Oyster, and Andouille Sausage fills my own black pot. Fresh and simple with no shortcuts, its a tradition that is passed on to me by my mother. Tonight as I sit down to supper I'll be visualizing all of those black pots simmering on the camp stoves. Pots filled to the brim with whatever the basin can provide. This is surly a hunters dream weekend in the Atchafalaya Basin.

Sunday, September 26, 2010

Rosemary Aromas

The aroma of rosemary filled my kitchen as this stew simmered. Earlier I read a magazine article that said first you eat with your eyes.  So true.  Just look at the texture and colors of this beef stew. Just so lucious. This was a good everyday meal. 

Homemade Pie

I was prepared for oohs and aahs but instead I recieved a lemon twist pucker.  I started with Granny Smith apples, cinnamon, and nutmeg but the orange and lemon zest changed the direction of my pie. Good but different. Theirs one sure way to make friends feel at home in your kitchen just offer them a piece of pie.  I will secretly watch for the pucker effect that this dessert gives and I'll try not to laugh out loud.  

Thursday, September 23, 2010

Recovery Mode

We are in recovery mode here.  Gustave had triple by pass surgery exactly 10 days ago. He'd struggling  a little with his recovery but actually doing very well.  I'll post more later.

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