It’s cold and rainy today. If you talk to any good Cajun woman today, she would tell you it’s gumbo weather. I don’t have time for the roux today. That’s quite a lot of pot-stirring. Besides, I have left-overs from a small jambalaya that I threw together last night
I started with the trinity of Cajun cooking – bell pepper, onion and celery. Then, I added sausage, shrimp, rice and lots of spice. Voila! With a side of steamed broccoli, I had a great meal.
I need your input. The new site is not generating much traffic, since blogs in general are declining in popularity, and this new site is unknown to most of my past readers. This gumbo blog will not stay on one topic too long. The themes will vary as much as a gumbo can vary depending on what’s in the cook’s larder that day.
Here are a few ideas for further writing:
- Stories of life in the margins, like Marta’s story published this week.
- Retelling family stories. For example, my great-grandfather once sat in the forest contemplating blowing his brains out. The crazy thing is, my other great-grandfather happened to be hunting for that day’s meal and started a life-long friendship between the two.
- Life’s everyday stuff – such as how we women, more than men I think, struggle with self-image.
The last item has sparked some comments, especially from male readers when I mentioned in an earlier post about my self-doubt about my looks. Men don’t get it. We women have little voices in our heads. They look like these dolls I bought yesterday at a thrift shop. They seem like nagging Jewish, Italian, Cajun, or whatever nationality-you-choose moms, who forever seem to be saying, “Do you want to stay fat like me? Stop eating so much gumbo and jambalaya. Eat some salad!”
These ladies are actually Mexican according to the label stamped on the base. I suppose they scold about eating tortillas. They tell their daughters to eat more pineapple and mango salsa instead.
Anyway, I hope someone is out there, reading this stuff. Lyrics from an old Maroon 5 song comes to mind, “Is anyone out there, out there/it’s getting harder and harder to breathe.“