Asian Cajun

I feel different. It might be the antibiotics, or it might be something else. Whatever it is, I feel like I need to get back to myself. But its got to be more than just getting back to my every day routine. I got to get back to my roots.

 

The other day, Layla and I were watching one of the chefs on the Food Network cook up some real home made Louisiana jambalaya with some shrimp and andouille sausage. I’m talking home made shrimp stock and everything, like my grandma used to make. I’m not usually one to spend more than 1/2 hr in the kitchen prepping a meal, but today would be an exception.

 

Layla isn’t going to be here for a couple days so ill had to make do without my little sous chef. I had to do all the chopping and shrimp peeling myself which puts me in a little trance of anticipation. I think to myself…

This is going to be good! I hope its going to be good. Such simple ingredients, its got to be good.

Jambalaya is one of those meals that sits in the pot cooking for over an hour, filling the house with a smothering of thyme, bay, andouille and shrimp. Hard not to anticipate dinner. Sometimes  anticipation of a home cooked meal is almost better than actually eating it. Jay comes downstairs, sits at the table smiling and says…

What are you cooking? It smells goooood.

It must have smelled real good. I usually have to call him to the dinner table ( but he never, ever makes me wait, true sign of appreciation ). Some days when I’m not around to cook I catch him with a bowl of cereal by his bed. I am his food savior and I love it.

 

Served with some tropical mimosas, we enjoyed our jambalaya side by side. Something as simple as sharing a home cooked southern meal with the person you love is what makes life so wonderful.