My thoughts go out to those still without power, those who lost their homes, and those injured in Hurricane Issac. I know that many of our readers lost everything, and as information becomes available on things people can do to help them get back on their feet, we'll post it here.
We finally got power around 4:00 yesterday afternoon, after 5 long hot days. I was too tired to contemplate anything more complicated than a hot shower, hamburgers on the grill, and a blessedly cool long night's sleep. Today I'm plowing through mountains of laundry composed mainly of damp towels and sweaty clothes, and I'll swab out the refrigerator and freezer with a bleach solution before restocking it.
I picked Mikey up at the SPCA on April 1, and the little monster has added an inordinate amount of joy to our lives. He is gregarious, snuggly, ferocious, inquisitive, and HUNGRY! Last night I was setting up to take a photo of the blueberry pound cake guest blogger Wendy Waren's MIL shared with us- immediately, here's what I saw through the lensfinder:
The pound cake was much too delicious to share with the cat—"No, Mikey!! Don't do it, Mikey!!" followed by various NSFW swear words has become a common soundbite in our household.
Congratulations to the chefs and restaurateurs of Lafayette for being named Tastiest Town in the South by the readers of Southern Living magazine. It's well-deserved. Look for a feature story on the culinary delights of the town in the April edition of Southern Living—a tribute to the Cajun underpinnings of the cuisine.
Last year, Rand McNally's "Best of the Road" named Lafayette the best small town for food in the U.S.
I mentioned this in a newsletter at the end of the year, but it bears repeating. Southern Living is polling readers to determine the Tastiest Town in the South. We know we have the tastiest state in the country, and Lafayette is leading the pack, but right now Louisville is close on their heels. We can't let that happen. Come on, Louisianans, go vote!
That's a phrase I heard over and over again when I first moved down here; now, it falls naturally out of my mouth when I encounter someone visiting what has come to be "my" home town. We will have a LOT of visitors to our city over the next few months, with various sporting events, Mardi Gras, and the usual spring festival calendar.
We've put together a partial list of our favorite restaurants, along with a map of the different neighborhoods of the city. Browse through, and pick a few places to eat, and let us know what you think. Add your own favorites in the comments section.
Rouses has locally grown cauliflowers bigger than a basketball for just $3.79 each (see ruler placed next to it for scale). I bought one, and I think we're going to roast it and then use some of it for leek and roasted cauliflower soup. I love traditional leek and potato soup, but loathe the high carbs and calories. We'll let you know how it goes.
Sick unto death of Thanksgiving leftovers and in need of a minimal-fuss meal prior to the Saints game last night, I asked my husband what he wanted to eat and he suggested pasta. No surprise there—he's second-generation Italian and "pasta" is generally the first word to come out of his mouth when I ask what he wants for dinner. His family is from Pescara, and his mother is an excellent cook.
Last month Jyl and I were invited to hear author Jessica Harris interview the legendary Queen of Creole Cuisine, Leah Chase, at the Ogden Museum of Southern Art in New Orleans. Born January 6, 1923 in Madisonville, Louisiana, she moved in with relatives in New Orleans when she was a young teenager to go to school. "My father was more Catholic than the Pope," said Mrs. Chase "and he insisted that his children be educated.