Well. After all my whimpering last week about how not-carefree the year had been, as I prepared my lucky peas for New Year’s Day, I turned the corner into the new year with a resolution to simply incorporate a little more paradise wherever I can. So for a beautiful southern winter day and a late…
One of the challenges of food blogging is how to select the photo that makes the food look best empirically vs. the photo that makes it look genuine in the context of your own reality (and, if you are remotely calibrated to your readership, their own). I am going to be abruptly honest here: 2019 has…
If there is one thing the internet has done, it’s to bring home the fact that, with 6+ billion of us on this planet (most of us with smart phones), there is very little new under the sun. That said, I just had the opportunity to wonder if I was the first person in the…
This pirate is not much of a sports fan. I like sports … just don’t have the time or bandwidth to follow them fanatically*. But Louisiana has this fabulous tradition of cooking the opposing team’s mascot — mostly a college football thing, they roast a Cochon de Lait when they play the Razorbacks, alligator when…
Happy National Catfish Day, Scallywags! Okay, so a couple of introductory explanations. First, here in Cajun country, it’s pronounced “Coo-BEE-yohn” with a silent “n” … which isn’t normal “en Francais.” Second, it’s Cajun so it’s thick and highly spiced and stew like, as opposed to the french version which I am told is a delicate…
Or as our guest sailor today would call them, “Doigts de Poulet Cordon Bleu.” Ace and his dad Wendell joined us today to see how fast we could cross Lake Pontchartrain, sailing to New Orleans and back. Your Galley Pirate wasn’t quite sure what eleven year olds eat, and surveyed several scalleywags who reliably reported…