Fried Oysters, Loving Longer: A Birthday Resolution Wednesday, Jul 25 2012 

Fezzo’s has two Cajun locations: Crowley and Scott. http://www.fezzos.com/ordereze/Content/3/Summary.aspx

Tomorrow I turn 60.  A lamentable age, yet considering the alternative, not bad.

I decided some months ago that I would celebrate birthdays from this point forward with fried oysters, the most favorite dish of my life.  While I live (and eat) a life of extreme moderation including whole grains and fruits and vegetables, an annual indulgence in fried oysters can’t do much harm, as long as I live (and eat) well the rest of the year.  Thus,  I resolve.

For this year’s birthday feast, we chose Fezzo’s Restaurant in Scott, Louisiana.  Fezzo’s is a very Cajun restaurant, two locations to choose along Interstate 10–Crowley and Scott.  Cajun music plays in the background as you dine.

And yes, they do know how to fry oysters!   No one in New Orleans does better.

This day, the eve of my birthday, I thus declare a life’s resolution: From this birthday forward, for birthday occasions, I will celebrate with fried oysters.  May those celebrations be many!

To recite an aphorism on oysters from old New Orleans: “Eat fish, live longer; eat oysters, love longer.”

If life lasts not, so may love!

And thanks to Sarah Ann, the love of my life, who shared this day (and oysters) with me.

Our gracious God is good!

Delicate Subjects Monday, Jul 23 2012 

What a mission! What a cause! I may just shop CVS Pharmacy just for this “anti-cause” that I favor so much. Down with diarrhea! Down with gas!!

Joys of Grandparenting: Priss Pix in the Digital Age Monday, Jul 16 2012 

The latest object of our digital adoration: Payton “Elizabuff,” age 4

In this digital era, as we’re armed moment by moment with digital photo and movie devices as well as the technology to share, post, forward, and multiply our pictures, we live surrounded by adorable images of those whom we spoil.  And what wonders hath this technology wrought?

Thinking back on the past when a camera was a device you kept in a desk drawer until you packed it for vacation, I realize I’m more aware now than I was with the two youngsters I raised: Developmentally, toddlers and pre-schoolers are works in progress.  Today’s charming picture of poetic charm and cuteness won’t do justice to the changes wrought by another week or two of growing, physically as well as intellectually.

And now become a grandparent and thus a sage on the subject,  I have a theory why grandparents are more aware of developmental change than parents: Parents live with the kids day in and day out, missing the subtleties of time’s editorial brush-strokes on their growing charges because they don’t miss a single frame in the ever oozing time-lapse movie of the child’s development.  In a sense, they see the kid too much to notice, kind of like watching paint dry or grass grow.  Grandparents like us, on the other hand, miss many of those frames with our more intermittent visits, often going days to several days at a time without seeing the little squirts.  So when we do see the little angels, we notice they’ve grown or picked up some new mannerism or added another multisyllabic word to their vocabulary.

So with photos for us, we don’t have a single favorite picture of the spoiled brat:  we swap out our favorite pictures from week to week to stay current.  This most recent pose  by our Payton “Elizabuff” is our latest craze, adorning our phone lock screens, our FB profiles,  and our ipad and computer desktops.  That way, every time we log in, boot up, chime in, or call out, there she is, charming our moments with digital cuteness.

Drew Brees for Governor Friday, Jul 13 2012 

#1 quarterback (and character) in the NFL

Today, Drew Brees became the highest paid football player in history.  Some of my friends argue that no one playing a game is worth $20 million for five years.  I admit they have an argument.

But so does Drew, and so do I.  If sports means so much to the State economy, as I believe sports does in Louisiana, and if sports elsewhere drives similar bargains, I say “Let the bargaining begin.”  Drew played the market, and he got his due.  I would have done the same!

Along those lines, at the end of the day, Drew Brees is better for Louisiana than our sleezy, smooth-talking politico-Governor Bobby Jindal.

Hey, Drew–Wanna run for governor?

(I bet he’d win!)

The Joys of Grandparenting: God’s Reward … Thursday, Jul 12 2012 

Thank God we didn’t kill her Daddy! We wouldn’t have her today.

Grandkids–God’s reward for not killing your children.  What a lovely concept!

Country Roads, Acadiana: Hwy. 755 South (Revised) Tuesday, Jul 10 2012 

I think I made it better than the 7/5 post–took out some of the clutter.

755 South passes the campus of Louisiana State University Eunice at the outskirts of town.

This is a Cajun Road

That winds and curves with an accent.

From Maple Avenue in grande Eunice (yoo-neece)

To Ruppert Lake Road south of town;

Crossing flat prairie farmland and winding down to piney bottoms along Bayou des Cannes,

Those who dwell along the five or six miles of her shoulders

Live well from the land.

Robust aromas drift across her lanes at suppertime

From pots seething with gumbo and sauce piquante,

Boiled crawfish and etoufee.

Wed to humble places coursed by this curvey asphalt ribbon,

Those who live and work along the way are mates to its history and culture and tradition,

Stewards of the patches of earth beneath their feet.

Life is well-lived along this tiny sliver of South Louisiana, Acadiana, Cajun country.

Y-Ou la vie, c’est bonne!

Country Roads, Acadiana: La. 755 South Thursday, Jul 5 2012 

The following is a draft of a draft trying to match some words with a picture that has the potential to evoke some rich sensory details.  The piece may end up something else one day days or weeks or months from now, but this is just a stab at getting started.

Louisiana Highway 755 South.

755 South passes the campus of Louisiana State University Eunice at the outskirts of town.

Draft in Progress July 2012

This is a Cajun Road

That winds and curves with an accent.

From Maple Avenue in grande Eunice (yoo-neece)

To Ruppert Lake Road south of town;

From St. Thomas More Catholic Church

To Ritchie Pentecostal Church;

From southern St. Landry Parish to northern Acadia Parish;

From the Old Gournay Subdivision

To the New Gournay Subdivision;

From flat prairie farmland winding to piney bottoms along Bayou des Cannes,

Those who dwell along the five or six miles of her shoulders

Live well from the land.

Robust aromas drift across her lanes at suppertime

From pots seething with gumbo and sauce piquante,

Boiled crawfish and etoufee.

Wed to humble places coursed by this curvey asphalt ribbon,

Those who live and work along the way are mates to its history and culture and tradition,

Stewards of the patches of earth beneath their feet.

Such is life along this tiny sliver of South Louisiana, Acadiana, Cajun country.

Y-Ou la vie, c’est bonne!