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Wham-Bam Cajun Seasoning Mix

This is one of my favorite seasonings mixes to provide an authentic Louisiana Cajun flavor to everything from red beans and rice, potatoes, appetizers, jambalaya, gumbo, and side dishes. The secret is the combination of black, cayenne, and white pepper; each one influences a different part of the palate. The blending of the three peppers, garlic, onion, salt, with a touch of sweetness gives the Wham-Bam effect to your mouth. A little sprinkle can spice up just about any dish. GATHER YOUR GROCERIES: ½ cup of sea salt 1/3 cup of granulated sugar 1 tablespoon of red cayenne pepper, white pepper,  ground black pepper, garlic powder, onion powder, and dried white rice. THE WAY TO DO IT: Mix the ingredients together and place them in a salt shaker for use at the table. The white rice keeps it sprinkling in humid weather. I also like to keep extra, mixed without the white rice, in a sugar bowl for cooking. I hope you enjoy the Wham-Bam Cajun Seasoning Mix. Bon Appétit!

Nanny and the Drag Queen

  My Godmother’s name was Catherine. Because she was my Godmother, I called her Nanny. Catherine had a fantastic way with people. She went out of her way to be kind to everyone she met, and once she met someone, she treated them as a friend unless they proved otherwise. Nanny didn’t judge people by their appearance. She believed it is a person's personality and actions that define them. In the early 1950s, Nanny worked at F.W. Woolworth on Canal Street in New Orleans. Back then, most of the merchandise was kept behind sales counters. Customers had to be waited on by a salesperson if they wanted to try on shoes, slips, or dresses. At Woolworths there was a social scale among the staff,  Many thought that they were too good to wait on black customers, poor white people, or anyone different.  One day a male "Drag Queen '' performer who worked at a nightclub on Bourbon Street in the French Quarter came in.  When he asked to try on ladies

Sugie Bee's Shrimp Creole

 Gather your Groceries 2 tablespoons vegetable oil 4 garlic cloves, minced 2 large onions, chopped 2 stalks celery, chopped 1 green bell pepper, chopped 1 teaspoon cayenne pepper 1 tablespoon of white sugar 2 cups of seafood or chicken stock  2 bottles of beer 1 can of diced tomatoes Dash hot sauce 2 bay leaves Salt and freshly ground black pepper 2 pounds large shrimp (about 32), shelled Cooked white rice and chopped green onions  The way to do it: Open one bottle of beer, sip during cooking. Heat a large, heavy pot over medium heat. Add oil. And cook the onions, celery, and green bell peppers until softened for about 5 minutes. Stir in cayenne and sugar let the vegetable brown (caramelize) slightly. (This is where the excellent rich brown color comes from.)  Add the chopped garlic and stir until it smells wonderful (30 seconds or so). Add the stock, tomatoes, your other can of beer, hot sauce, and bay leaves. Season with salt and pepper. Simmer for 35 minutes.

Honest Joe Meets King Creole

In January 1958, Elvis Presley traveled to New Orleans, Louisiana, to film the movie King Creole. King Creole is a 1958 American musical drama starring Elvis Presley. It follows a nineteen-year-old Danny Fisher (Presley) who gets mixed up with gangsters, two women, and the King Creole nightclub. The epic was Presley's last black and white film. Presley later indicated that of all the characters he portrayed throughout his acting career, the role of Danny Fisher in King Creole was his favorite.   My dad, Honest Joe, grew up on the streets of the Big Easy. Honest Joe and a few of his friends, tough-looking neighborhood boys, were hired by the film crew to convince the locals to remove anything on Bourbon street that didn't fit the noir theme of the movie. The teens worked earnestly to remove window air conditioners, garbage cans, flower pots, and street signs. Locals that didn't cooperate often found that their stuff would be missing the following morning. The boys did such

Hello World

In my family, everyone has a nickname. My nickname is Sugie. It's an endearment and a form of the word sugar, because I was such a sweet baby. I was born in New Orleans in 1964. I lived on Rampart Street with my father, Honest Joe, and my mother, Beanie.  I must have been a beautiful baby because my Godmother, that I called Nanny, said I looked just like a Chatty Cathy doll. As the oldest, I had an entire 16 months of total adoration from my parents until my brother showed up and ruined my one baby show. My parents called my brother little man. I couldn't say little man, so I changed his name to Manny, and five decades later, the name still sticks. Manny and I overcame our differences and happily basked in the glow of our parent's love until 16 months later when my little sister Tweety showed up. Tweety became the baby, and I was suddenly the Big Sister who had to help take care of the baby. I wanted to be the baby, not take care of the baby. My life was ruined. --- Sug