On becoming a father, starting over, and perpetual growth.

Rants and ramblings on food from North Louisiana and beyond
On becoming a father, starting over, and perpetual growth.
I’m beginning to think that my mom and dad eat too much fried catfish.
The kind of Southern cooking that I recognize as true is the kind that sought to minimize labor and maximize flavor—more bang for the buck. Some folks call it “junk food.”
Tex-Mex as we know it began in Shreveport. Seriously.