'Cause tonight I’m gonna see my ma cher amio
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-o
Son of a gun, we’ll have big fun on the bayou
I am of Irish persuasion -- not a drop of Cajun blood in me. We also live 'way north of Louisiana, where Andouille is all but impossible to find.
But I don't care. This evening I poled my pirogue down to the Barbecue Patio and whipped up a batch of Poorman's Jambalaya.
When you're poor you have to improvise: Leftover ham instead of shrimp, and pork sausage instead of Andouille. But I did it, with inspiration from Paul Prudhomme (who I resemble somewhat) and old Hank Williams.
But I don't care. This evening I poled my pirogue down to the Barbecue Patio and whipped up a batch of Poorman's Jambalaya.
When you're poor you have to improvise: Leftover ham instead of shrimp, and pork sausage instead of Andouille. But I did it, with inspiration from Paul Prudhomme (who I resemble somewhat) and old Hank Williams.
The result was spectacular. Even T had a second helping!
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| Ham, sausage and a little butter |
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| The Holy Trinity: Onions, bell peppers, celery. Throw in a jalapeno for lagniappe! |
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| Secret spice mix and chicken broth. No tomatoes!!! |
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| A handful of rice -- simmer for a while and enjoy... |
The lyrics and history of Hank's song is here.
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