Cajun Food Where You Find It
Cajun French: le fromage (lu frō-maj) – cheese
Another Saturday, another farmers market…
We visit so many farmers markets, you would think they all begin to look the same. Absolutely not! Each is different even though some have similar veggies and other products. One of the things we enjoy is visiting different areas and seeing what is in season since each growing season is different for each area. Continue reading “Wolf Ranch Farmers Market, Georgetown, TX”
Cajun French: le béquine (lu bā-keen) – bacon
Snook, TX population 511. Why in the world would we want to visit – what possibly could be of interest? For John, it has been about five years in the making. That’s how long it’s been since he first heard about Snook. Maybe more specifically, what Snook offered the foodie culture – chicken fried bacon. That is correct – fat, dipped in fat, fried in fat. Continue reading “Chicken Fried What? Snook, TX”
Cajun French: le manger (lu mon-jā) – food
Someone threw a roll, then someone else threw a kernel of corn, and so it began – food fight in the high school cafeteria. Not something you would want to be involved in later in life. So why would we intentionally go to a “food fight”? Continue reading “Food Fight at New Republic Brewing, College Station, TX”
Cajun French: le jardinage (lu jar-deen-aj) – vegetables
It’s really kind of ironic that we are dedicated locavores considering we full time RV and constantly change our location. Maybe because of this, Saturday’s have a special meaning for us – farmers markets!
Continue reading “Brazos Valley Farmers Market, Bryan, TX”
Cajun French: la saucisse (la sō-sees) – sausage
Sometimes when we are searching and visiting areas things aren’t as we hope. Our Saturday of surprises was beginning to look that way. Our Rice Palace breakfast was fantastic and we figured the entire day would be that way. Not necessarily so, until… Continue reading “Day of Surprises Part II – Boudin”
Cajun French: la chaudière (la shō-dee-air) – cooking pot
Saturday weather was not getting any better as we headed north to Elton, LA. It was still cold, windy, and dreary – not the type of day to head out to a festival, but we were on our way. Continue reading “Coushatta Farmers Market, Elton, LA”
Cajun French: la patate (la pa-tat) – potato
Ms. Francis’ store was across the street from the local school. Since this was before the time of school lunches, she would sell hamburgers to the school children for lunch. On Friday’s, since this was a predominantly Cajun Catholic community, she would make potato patties instead of meat patties. Both of her burgers are still talked about and remembered by people today. Francis was John’s grandmother and while this is not her exact recipe, we wanted to honor her memory and the memories she left with us. Frances would use fish flakes and boiled potatoes to make her patties. We stepped it up a notch and used salmon and potato flakes.
Frances has been the inspiration for many of our dishes. In fact, we posted a potato croquette recipe a couple of years ago based on her recipe. At that time we used sweet potatoes. This one is closer to her original recipe.
Mais C’est Bon!
Cajun French: le “truck” (lu “truck”) – truck
Saturdays usually mean shopping at a farmers market and breakfast out. This has become a tradition of ours no matter where we may be located. This Saturday we were in Breaux Bridge, LA and knew the Lafayette markets well, having shopped them many times. There are three farmers markets in Lafayette which is interesting for a city of its size and the markets are close together. Continue reading “Day of Surprises – Truck Stop Eating”
Cajun French: le goût (lu goo) – taste
Joie de Vivre – the joy of living or in this case the joy of coffee.
We have been to Joie de Vivre many times over the last few years. The enjoyment of coffee and pastries to dancing on a Thursday night have made many memorable occasions. Continue reading “Joie de Vivre Coffee and Culture Café – Breaux Bridge, LA”
Cajun French: le récoltier (lu rā-kōl-tee-ā) – farmer
We’ll admit it – we are addicted. Everyone is addicted to something and we are no different. Every Saturday morning, our adrenaline starts pumping and we begin planning for our adventure. The excitement is even more if we are in a new location. Off we go headed to the local farmers market and our fix for the week. Continue reading “A New Pavilion, A Great Market”
