My Daddy was there from day one, so I would have two parents And know who my father was. My Daddy worked two jobs, so I would not know what it was like to grow up poor. My Daddy stood behind me when a bully came to intimidate, so I would learn to face a challenge. My Daddy comforted me when my husband told me that he wasn’t coming home again, ever. My Daddy was there for the birth of my son, my daughter and my grandchildren, so I would know that family comes first. My Daddy went to physical therapy for a month so he could walk me down the aisle on my wedding day. My Daddy is and will always be my Daddy.
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.