It was 1979, and my Cajun great uncle Rebel Lee was not feeling well. The family doctor told him that he would do something called exploratory surgery and determine what was wrong. After the surgery, Doc told him that there was so much cancer inside him that he had just sewed him right back together. That old doctor said Rebel Lee was about to meet his maker. Rebel Lee pondered about his life in the hours that followed. He came to realize that his life had been full of somedays. Someday, he will retire. Someday, he will build a camp on the bayou. Someday, he will hunt and fish anytime he wants to. Now Rebel Lee understood there wouldn't be a someday, only today, with very few tomorrows. He decided that he wasn't going to wait any longer for someday. Rebel Lee would live his life the way he had always wanted to. Rebel Lee didn't go home to his bed as Doc told him to when he was released from the hospital. Instead, He changed out the...
Bienvenue! I was born in New Orleans with a family tree that dates back to the original settlers of the Louisiana Territory. My cultural heritage is primarily Louisiana Cajun French and Sicilian Italian. I was raised in a family of would-be wise guys and zany women with backbones made of iron. Please enjoy the stories and recipes from the generations of my family and my musings on life in this nonsensical world.

