S THE HOLIDAY SEASON rolls around, I cannot help but ponder the culinary ghosts of family Thanksgivings, Christmases, and New Years past. A cup of gruel may have satisfied Ebenezer Scrooge on that fateful Christmas Eve, but to that dreary meal, I respond, “Bah humbug!” We may have been poor chaps growing up on River Road in St. James Parish, but the swamp floor and our gardens provided an abundant pantry
Culinary Ghosts of Holidays Past
Sep 28, 2021
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