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Share your stories of family, faith, history, and local traditions that define you. Add your favorite recipes from your childhood, those that have been handed down for generations, and those that you've later adopted as your own.
Every region, every culture, every family has its own way of cooking, storytelling, living, and holiday traditions. This is who WE are - a true melting pot of unique and very special people, recipes, and customs.
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I'm taking my sister-in-law to a Christmas Party tonight in New Orleans. She's blind and needs someone to go with her, plus we always have so much fun together. It's a members only party but because of her situation she's able to bring a guest, which is great for me! Over 35 local restaurants and drink vendors will be catering the event with live music by Paragon. I'm really looking forward to a great time with my late brother's wife, Kim. We do tend to get in trouble sometimes when we get together, so say a little prayer for us and keep your fingers crossed. Here's a picture of them putting up some of the decorations:
I just found out that I won two categories in the Tupelo Honey Cafe Recipe Contest - People's Choice on Main Dish and Coctail.
Here's the page that lists all of the winners - Congrats to them all! tupelohoneycafe.com/recipe-contest-w...
Here's the page that lists both of my winning recipes:
I've won Two $50 Gift Certificates and Two sets of the Tupelo Honey Cafe Cookbooks - One set for me and one set to give as a gift!
I grew up in Italy . our tradition on Christmas eve is to have fish . not necesseraly 7 fishes . that is what American say . we always had different kind of fishes for dinner . we have several entrees anyway and it's all fish . you start as an appetizers with a seafood salad. then pasta with fish . in our family that usually is linguini with clams . then we have shrimp and calamari, cod fish and salmon with different kinds od side dishes . at the end of the meal, we have fruit and much later on in the evening we'll have dessert . we always eat dinner late on Christmas eve, cause we wait until midnight and then open 1 gift at midnight . the rest of the gifts we open on Christmas day . one traditional Italian dessert is panettone .. which is a sweet delicious bread with fruit in it . buon appetito!
Twas the night before Christmas an' all t'ru de house,
Dey don't a ting pass Not even a mouse.
De chirren been nezzle good snug on de flo',
An' Mama pass de pepper t'ru de crack on de do'.
De Mama in de fireplace done roas' up de ham,
Sit up de gumbo an' make de bake yam.
Den out on de by-you dey got such a clatter,
Make soun' like old Boudreau done fall off his ladder.
I run like a rabbit to got to de do',
Trip over de dorg an' fall on de flo'.
As I look out de do'in de light o' de moon,
I t'ink, "Mahn, you crazy or got ol' too soon."
Cux dere on de by-you w'en I stretch ma'neck stiff,
Dere's eight alligator a pullin' de skiff.
An' a little fat drover wit' a long pole-ing stick,
I know r'at away got to be ole St. Nick.
Mo' fas'er an' fas'er de' gator dey came
He whistle an' holler an' call dem by name:
"Ha, Gaston! Ha, Tiboy! Ha, Pierre an' Alcee'!
Gee, Ninette! Gee, Suzette! Celeste an'Renee'!
To de top o' de porch to de top o' de wall,
Make crawl, alligator, an' be sho' you don' fall."
Like Tante Flo's cat t'ru de treetop he fly,
W'en de big ole houn' dorg come a run hisse's by.
Like dat up de porch dem ole 'gator clim!
Wit' de skiff full o' toy an' St. Nicklus behin'.
Den on top de porch roof it soun' like de hail,
W'en all dem big gator, done sot down dey tail.
Den down de chimney I yell wit' a bam,
An' St. Nicklus fall an' sit on de yam.
"Sacre!" he axclaim, "Ma pant got a hole
I done sot ma'se'f on dem red hot coal."
He got on his foots an' jump like de cat
Out to de flo' where he lan' wit' a SPLAT!
He was dress in musk-rat from his head to his foot,
An' his clothes is all dirty wit' ashes an' soot.
A sack full o' playt'ing he t'row on his back,
He look like a burglar an' dass fo' a fack.
His eyes how dey shine his dimple, how merry!
Maybe he been drink de wine from de blackberry.
His cheek was like a rose his nose a cherry,
On secon' t'ought maybe he lap up de sherry.
Wit' snow-white chin whisker an' quiverin' belly,
He shook w'en he laugh like de stromberry jelly!
But a wink in his eye an' a shook o' his head,
Make my confi-dence dat I don't got to be scared.
He don' do no talkin' gone strit to hi work,
Put a playt'ing in sock an' den turn wit' a jerk.
He put bot' his han' dere on top o' his head,
Cas' an eye on de chimney an' den he done said:
"Wit' all o' dat fire an' dem burnin' hot flame,
Me I ain' goin' back by de way dat I came."
So he run out de do' an, he clim' to de roof,
He ain' no fool, him for to make one more goof.
He jump in his skiff an' crack his big whip,
De' gator move down, An don' make one slip.
An' I hear him shout loud as a splashin' he go,
"Merry Christmas to all 'til I saw you some mo'!"