Post in which I learn about southern culture.

I learned a new word yesterday: a friend was telling me how she catechized a Protestant friend by saying that “The Catholic Church is the Christian Church with a little lagniappe” – a little something extra.

Keeping with the theme of integrating into the south, I made my first pot of gumbo yesterday. I know it’s not authentic because I started with roux from a jar and put the rice in the pot, not on the side. I did this because I don’t like to wash extra dishes and because the Cajun sausage I used was so darn hot I needed to down a beer to douse the flames and the rice to soak up the heat. Maybe I should have tasted the soup before I added some Slap Your Mama and hot sauce. Tiana never would have done that. But my husband loved it even if none of the kids did!