One summer many years ago, my father had some work around New Orleans and not much money, so he brought my mother and me along and turned it into a holiday. We stayed in what must have been the French Quarter, in a smallish room with wood-slatted shuttered windows opening out onto a narrow balcony….
Red Beans and Rice – Leftovers Versus Lagniappe
Happy Presidents Day, and a little something for nothing — Red Beans and Rice Happy Presidents Day. For federal workers and many others, Presidents Day means an extra day off. An extra day off is such a luxury, a delight, a bonus. So why doesn’t an extra meal give us the same thrill? I’ve never…
