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Book Club: Mortal Friends by Jane Stanton Hitchcock

One of my New Year’s resolutions this year was to read more. As I was taught in business school that goals need to be quantifiable and measurable, I decided that I should read one book per month. And as my Mom taught me that nothing gets the job done more effectively than having to answer to people you respect, I decided to start a book club with a group of BFFs to help me be true to my goal.

Tonight was our second meeting. In theory, it was meant to be our third (it’s our third book), but life happens. We decided early on that our theme was going to be DC (DC author, DC personality, DC story, DC character), and that we would alternate a fiction book with a non-fiction book.

First book: I picked Right as Rain by George Pelecanos. My Swiss uncle, of all people, had been asking me about this author, saying he had read all his books and wondered if DC was as it was portrayed in these crime stories. I didn’t know how to answer him until I read this introduction to Derek Strange and Terry Quinn. After reading the book, I emailed him to let him know that these are not the areas in DC or MD that I usually hung out in.

Second book: Jack Kennedy, Elusive Hero, by Chris Matthews. If you read my blog regularly, you might remember that two years ago during my week-long vacation on the paradisiac island of Tinos, the theme I picked for my beach reading was the Kennedys. I read eight books about the Kennedys, many of them recommended by my literary connoisseur BFF Stephanie, many of them recommended by equally Kennedy-fascinated BFF Judith. I loved them all. Adding to this fascination, reading the Chris Matthews biography, I for the first time grasped JFK’s constant physical pain, on-going loneliness, and PT 109 rescue story.

Searching for another fiction book with a DC-theme, Stephanie again recommended a winner: Mortal Friends by Jane Stanton Hitchcock. I love Stephanie, I listen to Stephanie. Always. In particular when she says she might be able to get the very Jane author to stop by our book club get-together.

Which brings me to tonight. I grew up with art, with parents who owned (still own) a contemporary art gallery. That is where my appreciation for art comes from – from the ability to speak to living artists and better understand from them directly, what it is they wanted to create, what message it is they wanted to convey to the world, what difference it is they wanted to make with their art.

I never have had the opportunity to have such a connection to a living author – that is, until tonight. Jane arrived promptly at 6 pm, dressed in a gorgeous black cocktail dress. I couldn’t quite believe it… For three hours, she regaled us with stories about how she started writing (her first book was Trick of the Eye), and how she started her career as a playwright and screenwriter (including a comedy directed by Harold Pinter). As soon as I am done typing this, I will be ordering her New York-based Social Crimes and its sequel One Dangerous Lady.

Given that tonight’s book club meeting was about Mortal Friends, of course we chatted about the DC social scene (per Jane, “there are only two reasons to go to a party: to get a job or to get laid”). We also talked about girlfriends, about the relationship between Reven Lynch and Violet Bolton. About whether or not you ever get to know anyone for whom they really are. About whether you tell your deepest secrets to your BFF. About whether you would tell her something that might hurt her, but that she would want to know. We talked about the difference between “social friends” and “best friends.” Jane said that her loftiest goal was loyalty. She talked about how loyalty with girlfriends doesn’t (typically) get side-tracked by the physical relationship typical of complicating things between a man and a woman. “In love, I can forgive anything.” In BFF relationships, without sex to confuse things, loyalty should be first and foremost and unending – as the friendship between Reven and Violet illustrates.

After such a fabulous evening, I want to:

  1. Read all of Jane Stanton Hitchcock’s other books.
  2. Continue book club forever.
  3. Let all of my girlfriends know how much I love them and how I will always be loyal to them.

Thank you Jane.

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Ranunculus and other farmer’s market delights

Two of my commitments are to support small businesses whenever possible, and to commit to wellness on a daily basis. Last night, I realized that my Sunday trips to the Dupont Circle farmer’s market (a relatively new tradition) are really the coming together of these two commitments.

I love the Sunday visit to the market more than I could ever have imagined. I look forward to seeing the male couple that runs Firefly Farms, where I buy my favorite (non-Swiss) cheese. I even look forward to the slightly grumpy man at Blue Ridge Dairy Company where I now buy butter. The mushroom lady makes me laugh. And the ladies as EcoFriendly Foods, where I have been buying meat, discusses sausage and bacon fat in ever innovative ways. Going to the market makes me feel good in so many ways: shopping local and supporting small businesses; purchasing healthier produce; learning what some vegetables look like in their natural state (this is coming to me later in life…); learning what fruits are in season when; and feeling like I am doing something fabulous for my health and my waistline.

Organic greens, French chardonnay, and ranunculus

Last night, I realized that having all of this fresh, expensive, locally-grown produce in my fridge actually made me want to make myself dinner (instead of just having cheese and crackers, which is my standard). If you know me, you know that I really don’t cook. I own two pans and three different wine bottle openers, if that gives you any idea. Yet last night, I made myself a salad (fresh tomatoes, a boiled egg, and a bit of cheese), and I roasted some kale (sprinkled in coarse salt and olive oil). I actually used my oven for the first time since I moved into my apartment… And it was delicious.

With a glass of chardonnay and a beautiful bouquet of ranunculus (going to the market even teaches me new English words!) in front of me, eating delicious greens, I remembered the trips to the farmer’s market in Geneva my grandmother took me to when I was little – and I wondered why I waited so long to regularly visit the one in Dupont Circle. Is it Sunday yet?

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Crawfish season

J's Seafood Dock

One of the things I have learned about New Orleans is that there is always a festival, and if there is not, it is still always the season to celebrate something. Right about now, after Mardi Gras season and before Jazz Fest season, it is Crawfish season (crawfish is best between March and June). Believe it or not, Louisiana is responsible for 90% of the US crawfish production, 70% of which is consumed in the state. While Louisiana’s earliest commercial crawfish harvest on record dates from the 1880s, crawfish eating in the state goes back to early Cajun settlers. And while for a while crawfish were considered “unclean shellfish,” the lowly dirty siblings of the more precious and delicious crabs and lobsters, crawfish farming developed in the 1950s and the mudbug regained its popularity as both a delicacy and an emblem of Cajun culture.

While I have not yet had the pleasure of going to a crawfish boil in someone’s backyard, I have fallen in love with J’s Seafood Dock at the French Market. For the last few sunny Sundays I have spent in New Orleans, I have eater oysters, crabs, and my fair share of crawfish at J’s, sitting on a stool, people watching. J’s Seafood Dock is family-owned: the Mom is the boss, the Son shucks oysters (a friend of theirs owns the oyster bed) and entertains the crowd, while the Sister handles the register. The Uncle, meanwhile, cooks the crawfish in the two massive pots are constantly boiling. The crawfish are boiled in spicy water (I can still taste the nutmeg and clove), with a mixture of fresh vegetables including celery, garlic, lemon, and more. They are then consumed by the pound, no silverware needed. I am just learning how to peel those little guys myself… indeed, apparently there is a rule in Louisiana: “you peel your own crawfish.” Two hours and three pounds of crawfish later, I am getting pretty good at it!

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My personal wellness pledge

Two weeks ago, in honor of Lent, I gave up artificial sweetener. Really, my main worry was how I was going to drink my 8 daily cups of coffee (which usually contain 2 Splendas and lots of skim milk). The switch to black coffee actually hasn’t been that challenging. Harder than expected, is my once-in-a-while craving for a Diet Coke, which has been gnawing at me for about 4 days now. I have found myself re-reading the recent NY Times article on the association between diet sodas and heart disease to help maintain my resolve.

Having given up artificial sweetener, I thought I might as well look at the rest of my lifestyle and make some adjustments to my health and wellness habits. I might have been inspired by SpaFinder’s Wellness Week pledge. Or by Hillary Leeb’s weekly health tips. Or by the fact that my “fat pants” are feeling a bit tight and that bathing suit season is around the corner. In any case, here are the rest of my healthy living resolutions, which I have been steadily following for about 10 days now:

  1. No artificial sweeteners; as I mentioned, this means no Splenda in my coffee, and no more Diet Cokes, at least until Easter (although I am planning to kick the Splenda habit forever).
  2. Drink at least 32oz. of water per day.
  3. Take one Emergen-C every day (I love the Super Orange flavor); this is helping me with resolution #2.
  4. Eat my vegetables first, at least at lunch and dinner. That means a salad first. Before anything else.
  5. Tulips from Farmer's Market

    Go to the Dupont Circle market every Sunday that I am in DC; I love love love this market, and one trip there means that I have veggies for the entire week (see resolution #4 above). Also, benefit #2 is fresh flowers for the house.

  6. Go to Barre 3 twice per week; I really have no excuse to not go as this is literally around the corner from my office. LeeAnne Cress, also known as the “evil redhead” given how hard her classes are, is my current hero and girl crush. If I can get half as toned as she is, I will be really happy with myself. In the meantime, every muscle in my body hurts…
  7. Run once per week, to get in some cardio. My current favorite run is the Memorial / Key bridge loop.

Let’s see how long I can keep this up…

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Muses and beads: Happy Mardi Gras

Muses float

When my now husband and I started seriously dating, the topic of Mardi Gras came up very early on in our relationship. I had always heard about this New Orleans celebration, I thought I knew what it was all about (beads, right?), but over the last few Mardi Gras, I have truly learned to appreciate the meaning of this special day, really, this special week-end.

Of course, the clichés about Bourbon street, beads, and what ladies (and gentlemen) are ready to do to get the really good ones are only partially exaggerated. But truly, Mardi Gras is about friends, about fancy beaded dresses, about celebrating life and its many pleasures, before the arrival of Ash Wednesday.

In learning about Mardi Gras, I have learned a few new English words, such as “krewe.” Prounounced as “crew,” krewes are the organizations that put on parades and/or a ball during the Carnival season. Being a member of a krewe has quite the social cachet, and is quite expensive. One of my best friends, Angie, is in Muses.

Catching beads on St. Charles Avenue

While most krewes are men-only, there are three that are exclusive to women. My favorite, of course, is Muses. First off, its symbol is a shoe, and it really has the best floats. And while strange things happen on Bourbon Street to catch beads, the excitement of seeing the parades on St. Charles Avenue has nothing to do with showing skin, and everything to do with catching the best possible bead.

My Mardi Gras started on Thursday evening, when Muses rode to kick-off to the really fun parades. The festivities continued on Friday, the day of my friend Angie’s annual Mardi Gras Luncheon. Hosted in a private room at Arnaud’s, Angie brings together 11 of her best friends for a 5 hour lunch filled with champagne, famous dishes such as Shrimp Arnaud and Turtle Soup, and lots of laughs. Arnaud’s (and Antoine’s and Galatoire’s, the other two classic New Orleans restaurants) is taken over by Mardi Gras festivities and ladies in hand-made beaded dresses.

Angie's lunch

After lunch, around 4 pm, we stroll through the French Quarter, with stops at two of my favorite bars, Lafitte’s Blacksmith Shop and Cosimo’s. Overall, the perfect ending to a Friday afternoon filled with more pleasure than work. Luckily, Cosimos’s is literally across the street from my New Orleans home, and while by then my feet hurt, I make it home thrilled to have experienced another successful start to Mardi Gras week-end.

The rest of the week-end was slightly mellower, with visits to Frenchman street for some fabulous live music and dinners (not 5 hour dinners) with friends. By the time you read this, it will actually be Mardi Gras, Fat Tuesday, the last day of Carnival. At midnight precisely, the New Orleans streets will be cleaned, broken beads will be thrown away, and people will focus on Ash Wednesday – and what to give up. I have only started giving something up for Lent since I have started partaking in the Mardi Gras celebration; if I do one, I must do the other, right? This year, I am giving up artificial sweetener in all its forms (Splenda, Equal, whatever is in Diet Coke). Wish me luck…

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Cleaning out closets, Spring 2012 fashion trends

Every January, I like to clean out my closet. It makes me feel organized, it helps me plan my clothes and accessories purchasing for the first half of the year, and it means that usually I will wear some long-forgotten clothes during the first month of the year (shopping my own closet). This week, I organized my closet, with two new twists. I happened to do this the same week as the Fashion Group International of DC Spring Trends event, which was this past Tuesday at Tysons Galleria. I got a fabulous preview of spring 2012 trends, which further motivated me to clear out some space for a few new gorgeous pieces. The second twist is that for the first time in my life, I have coordinated hangers. I made the mistake of walking into The Container Store about two weeks ago, to buy just one item, and I got lost in the hanger aisle. $150+ later, I am the proud owner of a complete collection of Platinum Huggable Hangers. I never thought that good hangers could make such a difference in a closet, but now I can’t believe I waited so long. My closet looks better, my clothes aren’t slipping off the hangers. And, added benefit, I had to physically touch every hanging piece of clothing I own to switch its hanger. This made for a more thorough closet clean-out. And thorough closet clean-out + springs fashion trends = I have my shopping list ready.

  1. More boots. This may be left over from fall, but with a single pair of black boots, I need to invest in this department. At the same FGI event mentioned above, I found fabulous olive-colored Chloe Gold Accent boots on sale (which usually wouldn’t sway me, but Chloe….).

    Chloe gold accent boot

    I still need rain boots, and I would like them in plum color please. Thank you Simply Soles. For this DC winter weather, I definitely need a pair of real winter boots; I am fascinated by the Caribou nubuck leather and rubber ones by Sorel.

  2. With boots come tights. I am not a fan of tights, I feel so strongly about not liking tights I even blogged about it a long time ago. But, tights are necessary it seems (I have stubbornly tried my black boots with dresses and no tights in the winter, with no positive results). Hue opaque tights it is. I’ll stick with black, I am not ready for their Deep Red or Aubergine selections.
  3. Trina Turk, Spring 2012

    Spring 2012 will be filled with color, color that pops, jewel tones. Specifically tangerine and deep turquoises. Trina Turk exemplifies this perfectly in this dress. If not that one, I will definitely add a jewel-toned short dress to carry me from day to night this spring.

  4. The LWD is taking over the LBD. White is back, I can’t wait to wear more of it. My choice, Jason Wu for Target, I am in love with this white dress. It comes in black too, I might have to get both.

    Jason Wu for Target

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Purple and gold

My doorway in the Quarter

I have to preface this post by saying that until a year ago, I was not a college football fan. In college, my dad told me, you have to study. Excel. Make As. Work to pay for room and board. College is not about sports. Well, apparently some people disagree, and this week-end of purple and crimson was an extravaganza of college football. BCS. Ball Championship Series. This year, LSU versus Alabama, in the New Orleans Superdome. Could it get any better?

So in my head I started writing this blog around 2 pm today, when I realized that somehow mistakenly I had thought today was a normal work day. Not so in New Orleans. Not so in Baton Rouge either. I was going to write about the Voodoo magic that took place to help the Tigers. About the walk down Bourbon street to the Superdome – how I got a fabulous purple and gold boa. I was going to write about second-lining behind the band on Poydras street, singing along with the crowd. Then I was going to write about the annoying see of crimson red that has inundated New Orleans this entire week-end.

My new purple and gold boa

We walked into the Superdome, my husband, his brother Tatum, and Tatum’s girlfriend Amber. We almost got into a half dozen fights, just because of the energy and the fans’ respective passion for their teams. The two couples sitting in front of us were actually lovely, I felt bad throughout the entire game about making a snide comment to one of the ladies about her green shirt. Was she from Washington State? Did she not have anything red to wear in her closet? Clearly, the college football craziness was rubbing off on me.

In any case, rather than tell you about all that, I will tell you about the walk home. We left with about 5 minutes left in the game (then the score was still 15-0, thank goodness). We left with mostly LSU fans, which was good because we might have gotten in trouble if faced with red jerseys. As I was walking out of our section, I turned to the lady in green, shook her hand, and told her apparently her green shirt was a lucky shirt. And “good game.” It took all I could muster of good graces and proper manners, and she smiled and said thank you and I thought, this is just a game. Not a good game, but just a game. As we were exiting the stadium, we saw a woman in tears. We saw a couple completely silent, with the woman’s hand on her man’s shoulder. Apparently she knew that words were just not going to make him feel any better. We heard a man say “Well, now we can worry about the world and the unemployment rate.” We met two women while trying to hail a cab who told us “Well, they really should have put Jarrett Lee in the game.” We got in a cab, and the cabbie reminded us that Alabama was so helpful to New Orleans after Katrina. “They are our guests,” the cabbie said. “Please be kind to them.” Yes, we will be. There is not enough kindness to go around. Even with such a heart-breaking loss.

In the meantime, there is a fire going in the courtyard, so that we (actually, they) can all burn our shirts, which apparently weren’t our lucky shirts. Then, of course, there is next season. And before then, of course, there is the rest of the NFL playoffs, and there is the Superbowl.

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My 2012 New Year’s resolutions

I love the last day of the year, for a variety of reasons. First, more than any other day, champagne reigns supreme. Second, it is the occasion to wear something red and new. Mom always said that wearing something red and new would bring us good luck in the New Year, and this was always the perfect excuse to buy a new dress, new underthings, a new necklace (tonight I will wear a beautiful new red dress from my favorite store in Geneva, Apostrophe). Third, the last day of the year is the day to take stock of the previous 364 days, and to plan for the next 365. Last, but not least, the 31st of December is no longer “only” New Year’s Eve, it is also the eve of my wedding anniversary. Tomorrow will be the first…  

I also love the last day of the year because it is the day to think about New Year’s goals and resolutions. Here are mine.

  1. Read one book per month. (In continuation of my 2011 “read more” goal – this time it is more measurable and thus more actionable).
  2. Have one spa treatment per month. I will count eyebrow waxes and pedis as spa treatments… this should be one resolution that is fun to work on. An expression of my belief that we all need to take better care of ourselves, and that I need to live what I preach.
  3. Continue to reduce clutter. I am a firm believer in quality over quantity, and I commit to purging more and buying less (but always nicer things).
  4. Develop a better morning routine. This is the same goal as I had for 2011 – I failed miserably at this this past year. Maybe it is because I don’t quite know what a better morning routine is. I just know that waking up to my phone’s horrible buzzer, checking email before getting out of bed, and immediately having my mind race about everything I need to do, every fire I need to put out, is not very zen. Maybe I should split this goal in two and say the first part is “figuring out what a better morning routine is,” while the second part will be implementing this new morning plan.
  5. Practice one random act of kindness per week. Kindness to my family, my friends, to perfect strangers, and to myself. Just because.
  6. Drink 16 ounces of water per day. In 2011, one of my goals was “drink more water” – like “read more,” it was too general and not quantifiable enough. Hence I failed. I will try again in 2012. 16 oz. may not be enough, but it’s a start. Baby steps.
  7. Continue to work at my personal relationships. Be the best wife I can be. The best sister I can be. The best friend I can be. The best daughter I can be. And more. Never take anyone I love for granted. And show/tell the people I love that I love them. Early and often.   

It is only 9:30 am in New Orleans, and I have my 2012 resolutions figured out. This leaves me the rest of the day to get a head start on some of them… Happy New Year to you, may your 2012 be filled with love, happiness, health, and peace.

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The pleasures of holiday travel

I love to travel. Good thing, as I just realized earlier today that this calendar year I will have travelled just over 100,000 miles. And that’s just on US Airways (which is 80% of my travel, Southwest gets the rest…). Good thing I do love to travel, I am on the plane, my second plane of the day, from Philly to Zurich. I am taking the roundabout route from DC to Geneva (DC-Philly-Zurich-Geneva). A few minutes aog, I had to get my passport checked at the gate check-in desk. The nice US Airways flight attendant looked at my boarding pass and said “Wow, Chairman, you must travel a lot, that’s a lot of miles.” I smiled, nodded, as she continued: “Are those your dad’s miles… you look so young…” I assured her they were all mine, and was somehow happy she asked if they were my father’s instead of my husband’s. May I don’t look like the globe-trotting beauty entrepreneur that I am, but at least I still look young enough that I must be getting perks from my father, not from my husband… Small victories.

One of the reasons I love to travel is the people watching at the airport. Have you ever noticed that airports seem to be these “unreal” spaces, out of time, out of space, out of our usual accepted behavior? Hence beer drinking at 7 am (which I have most seen at BWI airport). Or meltdowns at ticket counters where we forget all decorum and behave like 3 year olds. And the sweeter scene that I just witnesses, two sisters on my flight, one about 20, absolutely European, the other about 15, European but “Americanized” as my Mom would say. The older is encouraging the younger to drink Evian (did I say she was European?) and do some pre-overnight-flight stretches. So sweet. We smile at each other, that smile of older sisters taking care of younger sisters, and I think about Roxane, my young “Americanized” sister whom I will see tomorrow.

Today, I am particularly excited to sit on this plane for what I hope will be 7 hours. I can’t wait to sleep. No internet, no cell phone, just quiet time 30,000 feet up in the air. I am comfortable in Coach, and I wanted to share with you my travel tips. I know I share travel tips often (I do travel constantly), but the ones today are geared to overnight flights during the Christmas holidays.

  1. Extra time. I got to the airport in DC 90 minutes before my flight to Philly. I booked my flight from DC to Philly to have a 2.5 hour layover in Philly – just in case we would be late… which happens. Especially over the holidays. I love the US Airways lounge, and always thought the $40 day pass was the best investment even before I had access for free. Space. Quiet. Outlets to charge various devices. Nice bathrooms. Free wi-fi. Free wine. Free food (the warm kind). It is worth every bit of $40 if you don’t have automatic access.
  2. I can’t travel in sweatpants. I can’t even travel in yoga-wear. Not even for overnight flights. Instead, I have an all-cashmere outfit. Cashmere pants from White and Warren, which I bought years ago this time of year from my BFF’s boutique, Treat. A gray cashmere turtleneck from Apostrophe, my favorite boutique in Geneva. I can’t give up my heels – my travel heels are Lillybees of course. But at least I do take them off on the plane, to put on my bright pink Life Is Good socks. The whole outfit feels so good I get excited the day before knowing that I will get to wear all of this.
  3. My favorite eye mask – pink, silk, and so used that the elastic is a bit loose… I got this as a gift a few years ago from BFF Virginie, and haven’t used another since.
  4. My own bottle of water. There is nothing more uncomfortable than being thirsty on a plane, and while US Airways service is great even in coach, I hate to have to rely on someone else for water.
  5. Raw almonds. I don’t eat on overnight flights – I just get on, and go to sleep. So I need my emergency food.
  6. My very own Kantic+ intensely nourishing cream. Last night, I did our Kantic mask (as does Sharilyn Abbajay before every flight J), but throughout the flight, I need to moisturize.
  7. Judith Jackson Luna Body Elixir. It’s a roll-on, travel-friendly, and it smells so calming and soothing. Helps me relax, helps me not smell like plane.
  8. A toothbrush. Have you ever left your house in the morning without brushing your teeth? No. I don’t do it off a redeye either…  
  9. Similasan Dry Eye Relief eye drops. Next to being thirsty, having dry eyes is the most uncomfortable feeling on a plane.
  10. A pashmina (which I think of as the adult woman’s blankie). More cashmere – a girl can never have enough cashmere. The one I have tonight is pink. Just in case it gets cool. Or in case I need a pillow.

The pilot just came on to say our flight will be 7 hours and 5 minutes. And boarding is complete, I have no one next to me. Tonight, coach feels very luxurious! And I need to turn off my computer.

By the time I post this, it will be Wednesday morning and I will be in Geneva, hopefully with my two suitcases filled to the brim with holiday gifts…. Is this how Santa Claus travels? In disguise? Happy holidays!

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Only in Louisiana…

On January 1st of this year, I married a man from Louisiana. A southern man. I am still learning about southern traditions, and this Thanksgiving week-end, I experienced a few new ones. I guess I’ll start with the end, namely LSU beating Arkansas. My husband is a long-time LSU fan, as was his father, and his father’s father before that. So I have the privilege of going to Tiger Stadium. I have learned about the Bowls. I have learned about the rules that separate college football from the NFL. And little by little, I have learned to love Saturdays during football season almost as much as I love Sundays. So what, you say? Nothing Louisiana-specific about college football. Perhaps. Please take a look at the picture below.

LSU cheerleaders cutting the pig's head

This is post-game tailgating. An entire pig was cooked in the tailgate area made up of three RVs. Well, it was Arkansas Razorbacks… As the pig comes out of the smoker, the LSU cheerleaders arrive. To cut the head off. Apparently, this was not the first time they did it either.

I am also learning about the southern Thanksgiving traditions.

Family Thanksgiving

Turducken (turkey in a duck in a chicken). Fried turkey. And my favorite, Spinach Madeline, a la Edwin. A few of you have asked me for that recipe, which he reluctantly shared.

Spinach Madeline (double this)

Ingredients:

2-pack frozen chopped spinach (no leaf)

4 tbs butter

6oz Roll Kraft jalapneno cheese (or substitute – apparently they don’t make this anymore)

2 tbs flour

2 tbs chopped white onion

1 tsp Worcester sauce

½ cup evaporated milk

Red pepper to taste

½ cup vegetable liquid (leftover from boiling the spinach)

½ tsp black pepper

½ tsp salt

¾ tsp garlic salt

¾ tsp celery salt

Breadcrumbs

Directions:

Cook spinach; drain; save liquid.

Melt butter, add flour. Stir until smooth, not brown.

Add onions; cook until soft, not brown.

Add vegetable liquid slowly.

Add evaporated milk.

Cook until thick.

Add seasoning and cheese.

Still until melted.

Add spinach.

Place in casserole dish; cover in butter and breadcrumbs.

Bake in 250 degree oven for 20 minutes.

(Best if prepared a day before)  

On that note, I am going to heat up some leftovers for lunch… and get ready for the Iron bowl. And call my Mom to let her know I am really still Swiss, through and through…

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