Photo by Lisa Mulvey
History and recent renovation information of LeBuef Plantation here. (Click photos to embiggen.)
you be the judge of that…
I look at this and think to myself that the joke is on Americans, played on citizens by a sinister retail industry.
I wonder if corporations play videos like this in the boardrooms and laugh about it?
And then to top it all, there’s this website…
Happy thanksgiving indeed…
I recently lost a relative of mine this past summer. It was a sudden and tragic death. While the rest of the family was gathering in the aftermath to let the loss sink in, one of the women in the younger generation lamented the loss of this person’s crabmeat au gratin. My relative made this dish every Christmas, and everyone that gathered waited patiently to have a taste of the fabulous recipe that showcased the sweet lump crabmeat. So the discussion ensued and everyone began wringing their hands over the loss of the recipe for this dish, when lo and behold one of the children piped up and said “look here, the recipe is right here in this cookbook!”
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief that the dish was saved and that in memory of our loved one we could raise a toast and a dollop of crabmeat au gratin on a cracker over the holidays. And this got me to thinking; what about all those beloved recipes that were lost, never to be tasted again. A particular recipe that is gone was my grandmother’s rice pudding. My mother said that no matter how hard she tried, she could never replicate it. Back then recipes were barely written down: a list of ingredients and if you were lucky maybe you had the quantities alongside the items. And never mind the process to assemble the dish, all one could get was add this, add that, cook for about an hour (forget the temperature) and voila! your recipe is done!
Losing a recipe because someone failed to write it down is one thing. What is more egregious is someone that makes a particular dish that everyone loves, yet refuses to share it with anyone. I recall an acquaintance I knew in my 20′s who made the best red velvet cake I’ve ever tasted in my life. It was rich, moist, and had the best cream cheese icing! I was able to partake on a few occasions and no matter how much I begged her, she flat out refused to share the recipe and then had the nerve to gloat over how good it tasted and how no one could ever share in that delight by making it and passing the recipe forward. All I can remember about her is the extreme selfishness and if she ever died how bittersweet it would be that only empty plates would be her legacy. Remember that when you so tenaciously guard your recipes over the holidays and insist on taking them to the grave. Instead of your remaining loved ones celebrating your memory by recreating your dish, all they will have to hang on is a bitter person that refused to share their love from the kitchen so others could enjoy.
So in memory of my loved one, please enjoy their crabmeat au gratin – Happy Thanksgiving
2 large white onions chopped
1 bunch green onions chopped
6 ribs celery chopped
1/2 # butter (2 sticks)
4 tbsp flour
1 large & 1 small can evaporated milk
2 egg yolks
2 # lump crabmeat
12 oz. grated swiss or cheddar
Salt & pepper & hot sauce
Saute onion, celery & butter, add flour & blend, then add evaporated milk & blend. Remove from heat & add egg, crabmeat, salt, pepper and cheese. Put in an 8″ casserole and add extra cheese on top, then bake for 350 degrees for 30-35 minutes until bubbly.
(cross posted on the mosquito coast)
The zombie craze has hit a feverish, putrid, brain-eating pitch and doesn’t appear to be slowing down anytime soon. The first zombie movie I remember seeing was Night of the Living Dead, as a teen. After the initial fascination with the physical attributes (or lack thereof) of the zombies I quickly lost interest because the movie was too slow and the lurching, snarling and flesh dropping was more funny than scary. I wanted to be frightened and this just didn’t do it.
Flash forward to 2010 and the premiere of The Walking Dead on AMC. I tried to watch it, I really did. I watched the first 3 or 4 episodes but, again, the lurching and snarling and flesh dropping got old after the initial fascination with costuming and make-up. And, I mean, how long can a series hold your attention when the premise is just running from the zombies? I even tried watching a few more episodes earlier this year. The two warring camps of humans trying to exist in a world of zombies didn’t excite my imagination. In fact, it reminded me of certain current events. Ugh. I know a lot of people like this series but it’s just not for me. Maybe I just don’t find zombies, in general, very interesting although I do find the idea of people coming back from the dead interesting. And that brings me to a new series on Sundance Channel called The Returned.
The undead on The Returned don’t lurch. They don’t snarl. Flesh doesn’t drop from their bodies. The undead in this series come back looking like themselves when they died. This show isn’t an in-your-face while I eat it spectacle but a nuanced, character driven supernatural what-if formulated by a deft hand. The Returned return to their homes in the French Alps (gorgeous scenery!) not knowing they’ve ever left and their families reactions, and theirs, are varied, tension filled and fascinating. How many of us have wished to see our deceased loved ones just one more time? And, if it were possible, what would be the implications?
The Returned is subtitled, the series comes to America from France, but that, to me, adds an air of mystery and makes one pay closer attention. Two episodes have aired and we are getting to know the main characters:
Camille, who has been dead for four years, and her family, mother, dad and twin sister Lena.
Simon, who has been dead ten years, and his one-time fiancee Adele and her real-time fiancee Thomas.
Victor the little boy who we know nothing about except that he’s latched onto Julie and refuses to speak. And he’s very, very creepy.
There are other characters, of course, but these are the main ones we’re introduced to in the first two episodes.
The Returned airs on Thursday nights at 8 central time. I can’t wait for the next episode. Not since Top of the Lake (another quality Sundance production and I can’t wait for season 2) have I been so captivated with a TV show. And unlike most “zombie” shows, I can’t predict the outcome.