- temp in the 70's
- cats frolicking in the morning
- watched a little Ryder cup (dang Spaniard) with my hubby
- strong coffee
- sea breeze
- see jambalaya post on facebook and try recipe
normal...pretty Sundayish, until I loaded up the crock pot. I saw a recipe (video at that) that Linda posted and was lured in. big time. Kind of like the Big Easy does to the person when you first arrive. I have all ingredients on hand...minus the andouille sausage. Could this be a September send off? Could it be more enticing that somebody will maybe be watching football and the scene of a warm slow cooker in the background could paint the perfect homey scenario...and also fact that new lamp is really giving the place a lot more ambiance..?
I go for it. I decide to make jambalaya. I won't drag this out for 4 to 5 hours on low. Yes, I keep Cajun seasoning on hand. The mid size crock is now crocking. The aroma is pretty good here in the K kitchen. Then it happens as I pass by to give it a little mix. Jambalaya, crawfish pie.....I start singing the tune. Right away I knew this was gonna be a toughie to get out of my head. Oh crap, I say aloud. Hubby asked...what? I think I've got a song stuck in my head. He laughs and I hear him whistle...the goodbye joe, me gottta go part... I'm just going to carry on with my day...it's not even 10am and I have time to change my tune. The bayou ear worm.
My Yvonne...sweetest one...I'm gonna do some laundry, go for a walk on the bayou. I'm gonna have some fun. I may make some jam too...fill fruit jar... no. Not really. I don't make jam...or haven't yet. Son of a gun!! Settle down...me....far from town and be gay- o. Maybe after the shower I will forget about the song...maybe sing the latest country tune. Uh oh... he gotta go- pole the pirogue down the bayou. Me oh my oh.
