Un Petit Glossaire Cajun

The Cajun language is a mixture of ancient and modern French, some Franglais, as well as many words that are unique to the region of Louisiana where our Canadian ancestors originally settled. My new book, “Stone Motel – Memoirs of a Cajun Boy,” has lots of words and phrases whose meanings might prove a little…

‘Coonass Kandinsky’ Cornbread

Side dish or main course? The only correct answer is, “Both.” When my parents were kids during the Great Depression, cornbread was usually the main event – breakfast, lunch, or supper. Momma said she took cornbread to school for lunch pretty regularly. When it wasn’t cornbread, it was most likely Bouillie au Lait, another Depression…

New Reading: Popeye’s in the Oven

I read from the final chapter of my book. Spoiler alert: In this chapter we walk through the house at the Stone Motel, after a 30-year occupancy by the Ardoin family. You may wish to hold off on seeing this video until you’ve finished the book.

New Video: Meet the Stone Motel “Regulars”

In this reading from “Stone Motel,” we get to meet some pretty interesting (and entertaining) regular customers. Here’s where you can buy the book: University Press of Mississippi Amazon Independent Bookstores Barnes & Noble 

Cakeover! Glorious Pink Grapefruit Cake

You may have heard by now that I’m in the midst of promoting my book, so I’ve been a bit negligent of my food-making blog entries. Well, today I’m rectifying that (if only temporarily) with the newest recipe: My Glorious Pink Grapefruit Cake! The inspiration for this cake comes from those lemon and lime cakes…

Y’all ready for another reading from Uncle Moe?

Y’all come quick, my little sweet potato nom-noms! Here’s the second reading from my book, “Stone Motel – Memoirs of a Cajun Boy.” Here’s where you can get the book: Independent Bookstores Barnes & Noble University Press of Mississippi Amazon  C’est tout! M © All Rights Reserved

Gather ’round, y’all. Uncle Moe’s fixin’ to read from his book!

If you’re hanging out this Good Friday all alone or with your family in sequester, hopefully eating fried catfish and/or boiled crawfish to commemorate the day – then you’ll probably want to finish that first. BUT then, surely, you’ll be needing a nice nap-time story to help you doze off. Well, below is the first…

It’s here!

Late yesterday afternoon we got a delivery of three boxes from UPS. I assumed they were for a friend who has things shipped to us because where he lives is so remote, the delivery people can’t find him. So, being compliant with the Covid-19 recommendations for safety, I asked the delivery guy to just leave…

You will be able to ‘check in’ at ‘The Stone’ in a matter of days.

In addition to finally taking care of a few long-neglected chores around the house, I’ve been using these unusual days of Staying-The-Hell-Home to better prepare myself for the upcoming release of my book, “Stone Motel – Memoirs of a Cajun Boy.” Here’s an update on the book launch: Books o’ Goshen! The publisher, University Press…

I Was a Teenaged Chambermaid

I was a teenaged chambermaid. (The adult me wrote a book about it – and resisted the urge to name it just that.) I was part of a large family that ran a little motel in Eunice, Louisiana, from the late 1960s to the late-1990s. At one point or another, we were all chambermaids. I…

Smothered With Love: Crawfish Étouffée

Like so many dishes in Louisiana (as in other food-obsessed cultures), classic recipes tend to vary from town to town, neighborhood to neighborhood, block to block, and kitchen to kitchen (and in my case, even within the same kitchen). Crawfish Étouffée (smothered crawfish) is a perfect example of this. And right now happens to be…

Simple & Satisfying: Sautéed Cabbage With Sausage

Having grown up with lots of people always around, all the time (my parents had nine children) – in a food-crazy state like Louisiana, it seems there also always was a correlating abundance of sustenance at our house. Ten-gallon stock-pots filled with gumbo were the norm. We had a 16-cup rice-cooker going nonstop, it seemed,…

Warm Leatherette

Mr. Dupre, who taught industrial arts at the junior high school, was carrying a stack of Tandy Leathercraft kits to his office. I wasn’t a student of his – I had already taken industrial arts at Central Elementary (aka: Charles Drew High School before desegregation came to Eunice). But the striking yellow and black boxes…