There was the answer I was looking for, right on Facebook! I could help out by cooking for some people who didn’t have much, if anything. Now that I got the idea, how do I get connected with a group who could use my services? Facebook worked once, it was bound to work again…
Etouffee……the earth moved and the soul of New Orleans spoke to me..
When Loo-o-siana craving sets in, I painfully need real Creole and Cajun cookery! Mouthfuls of down-home andouille jambalaya, spicy red beans’n rice, seductive crawfish etouffee. …..and OMG – melt in your mouth pralines bought first hand in the charming little candy store only two streets over from Magazine Street. Not to mention, of course, morning beignet (no dust of sugar, please) with my bowl of creamy hot cafe au’lait.
So here I am, sitting at the dinner table listening to the theory behind ayurveda. As I’m eating the delicious pulao, I find a couple of thoughts wandering through my mind:
1. Wait. I thought I was having dinner with friends, not giving my chakras an oil change.
2. What’s going to happen to me if I eat this and my fire element is working just fine? Will I wake up with a mean case of back acne tomorrow?
Dad really threw himself into holiday cooking, as if he were trying to make the finest meal you’ve ever eaten. Now, while I remember elegant and extravagant delights during the holidays, one of my all-time favorite dishes Dad made was also one of the simplest he made. The mere thought of this meal brings me comfort.
Knowing a simple ratio as this and you’ll always be able to form a simple or as complex of a dressing you want.