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Drew Carré: “Well I tell you what Cha, that’s because we ain’t never done it any other way! Most everything likes to grow here in south Loosiana. When I was a wee one, I always remember my Ma and Pa taking us for drives in the country on the weekends. Every time we’d pass a roadside fruit stand Ma would yell ‘Pa, go back! I think they got Creoles!’, or ‘Stop! Stop! They had pattypans!’ All year long we’d be getting our fruits and vegetables from those fruit stands the farmers would put out…and it was different stuff all the time, but it was always good. See, way up north near Shreveport it’ll be snowing this time of year, so nothing’s growing. Not here though. Mais, I bought this big bunch of collards and these good blood oranges just this morning down in Plaquemines! Ain’t they beautiful? As my Paw Paw used to say, ‘Da growin’ season ‘round here be 51 weeks long, ‘cause even dem fruits and vegetables take a week off for Mardi Gras!’…an it’s true!”

Cajun VS Creole. What's the difference? January 19, 2021|Drew Carre's Blog Cajun / Creole: Tomāto / Tomăto – Wait! Tomato / No Tomato! A few years ago, before masks and hand sanitizers were de rigueur, your humble narrator, Drew Carré, found himself in a hole-in-the-wall diner somewhere between Houma and the Texas-Louisiana border. It was late in the morning and I was looking over the rather limited menu when Boudreau and Thibodaux (assumed names!), who were the only other customers in the place, started a heated “discussion.” “Mais non!”, Boudreau was saying, bits of breakfast muffuletta spiraling from his mouth....

Coronavirus. COVID-19. Global Pandemic. Words that weren’t bandied about by your average person before 2020, and words that make your humble narrator, Drew Carré, quite sad. Like the rest of the world, Louisiana was hit hard this year - socially, economically, and, perhaps uniquely, culturally.   Amidst all the kerfuffle, New Orleans lost an iconic restaurant when K-Paul’s Louisiana Kitchen, tucked in behind the ostentatious Supreme Courthouse on Chartres Street in the French Quarter, closed its doors for good. For 41 years, this historic restaurant, founded by Paul Prudhomme and his wife Kay, served up gumbo, etouffée and blackened redfish...

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