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She Bit Me! Or, How to Eat like a Louisianian

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

There are a few truths about Louisianians that settle around who we are as a people and a culture. The saddest part of our truth is that our wetlands are disappearing, and with that our way of life.  Our very boot-shaped map, is losing its steel toe.  Our celebrated truth is that we are mainly of French stock and with that a Laissez Les Bon Temps Roulez attitude, oh, and mais yeah, we like to eat.


We have food with names like gumbo, which is from the French gombo, of Bantu origin; akin to Umbunduochinggombo, meaning okra.  We have etoufee, borrowed into English from French as "stuffed" or "stifled."  We use spices called file', which is dried sassafras; cayenne, which is a delightful little pepper; bay leaves from the Bay Laurel tree, which will not soften in the pot and don't you dare try to eat one.


We eat bottom dwellers like shrimp, crab, and crawfish.  Right after shapes, letters, colors, and knowing which bus to take home from Miss Evelyn's Chateau de L'Ecole, we learn how to peel and eat our own serving tray of these delicacies.


While planning my trip home to South Louisiana, I gave my brother a list of things I needed to do (walk around my college campus), see (the muddy banks), drink (Donner-Peltier Distillery), and eat (a Frostop Root Beer Butter Burger).  But, most of all, Blue Crabs.  He assured me I could eat til I fainted.


So, on this day of 101-degrees-in-the-shade-heat, my brother, a blue-eyed, red-headed, freckle-faced boy with a skittish hurricane personality and a knack for collusion, and I acquired a bushel of blue she-crabs and prepared them for under-the-carport crab boil.


Here's how you do:

1.  Obtain the bushel of crabs from down the bayou, preferably from a fisherman named T-Boy or Bubba.  Keep the crabs iced and in a Mardi Gras frenzy til cook time.

2.  Get a big ole' stainless steel pot.  Fill it with water and set to boil.

3.  Take the she-crabs out one at a time, still all rustle and bubble and pinching pincers.  Use long-handled tongs.  (I say this with great reverence as one of them sliced my thumb open.  You have to respect those little ladies, with pea-sized cerebron, that will pinch your fingers with Marine sharp-shooter precision).

4.  Get your uneasy ways gone.  You have to pop them in the boiling water while alive.


After boiling those girls up with potatoes, corn, mushrooms, sausage, okra, onions, lemons, garlic, we laid out newspaper on the kitchen table and set the roumelade, which is a combo of mayonnaise, ketchup and hot sauce, in the center.  It kind of depends on the etiquette of your family as to how the serving is handled.  Some of us just slide the crabs onto the table.  My family lives up the bayou; we are of the elite sort, so we all picked our first serving onto our plastic trays (Purple and Gold, Geaux Tigers!).


I ate more than I would like to tell.  It's how we eat.  We roll up our sleeves.  We wait for the juices to run down our cuffed sleeves and the folds of our best old shirt.  We pull ourselves a good 2 feet of paper towel and stuff it between our knees for easy access.  We keep at least one beverage of choice near our tray.  We eat.  We drink.  We tell stories.


It is no story that the wetlands of Southern Louisiana are disappearing at the rate of 1 football field every 15 minutes.  One more bad-ass Katrina and a whole way of life will be obliterated.  No matter how many Northerners try to tell us to prepare, we party.  We host Hurricane Parties, literally big festive bashes held behind taped glass windows and during the whipping winds of a hurricane.


As long as our land is here to give a place for the alligators to chomp and the cottonmouths to open their white maws, we dance our zydeco.  As long as there is food for someone to get into a boat at 4:00 am and dredge the muddy waters with ancient nets, full of salty bayou weeds, snails, small fish, and sometimes a boot or bone, for us.  We eat.


It's who we are.


Finding My Center After the Storm

Saturday, September 07, 2013

I'm watching Turkey Buzzards circling over my backyard as I sit and work in my office on this peaceful Saturday morning.  Through the other window I see an intricate spider web attached to the eaves of the roof swaying in the gentle breeze.  My 3 children have spent the morning playing, disagreeing, making-up, and playing some more.  There is such peace and fullness in my heart/mind at this moment.  I'm reminded of the word purnam, or "perfection," which, in this context, does not mean what we might think.  I am full...I am whole...I am perfectly content in my spirit as I observe the fluctuations of the world around me.   


After the longest Winter of my life (which bled into the Spring and even early Summer), I am refreshed to find the ground beneath my feet again.  It felt like a metaphorical hurricane swept through my life and left me completely demolished internally.  

After a month of testing in January, my son was diagnosed with High Functioning Autism.  While I had suspected this for the 5 years prior to his diagnosis, there was still a part of me wishing they would tell me I was wrong on that emotional day.  

The day before I drove to Chicago for this news, I learned that my father was diagnosed with another form of cancer (he had beat Prostate Cancer years before).  My relationship with my Dad has not been a close one, and so I was left with a mixture of feelings, including grief and fear.  

It was a hell-of-a week, and I took a few days to try to assimilate all of this news.  And then...that following Friday as I was waiting in the pick-up line at school I received a terrifying call from my mother.  She was having a stroke!  I spent the next week in and out of the hospital with her...trading shifts with my brother as we worried what would happen next.  Once released, she came to live with me for a few weeks so I could care for her, which included sorting out all of her new meds, helping her learn to give herself insulin shots 4 times a day (for her out of control diabetes), cooking heart-healthy meals, and more.  I was happy to do it, but I felt the weight of the world on my shoulders.

By the grace of God, her stroke did not leave her completely handicapped.  While it certainly affected her, with time & rehab she regained most of her speech, balance, and abilities.  It was life-changing for her (and for all of us who love her), and she made incredible lifestyle changes in an effort to avoid another stroke.


Now, months later, we're all doing pretty damn well!  My father & I have become closer than we've been in years, and his cancer is under control at the moment.  My mother lives independently with a helper now who comes twice a week, and she continues to be stronger everyday.  My son, well...of course there is no cure for Autism, but we've been able to get him a 504 at school, which means he is protected for the rest of his educational days.  I've finally been able to talk to him about his diagnosis, and together we are learning how to navigate this unique path God has blessed us with. 


Everyday there are new challenges to face, but this is the nature of human existence for all of us.  For everyone of us life is going to be full of heartache, scary moments, and metaphorical hurricanes that make us feel defeated.  But, the beauty is that there are also moments of deep joy, moments to celebrate, and remarkable miracles which build us up again.  All moments pass, change, ebb & flow.  

I'm eternally grateful for the skills my yoga practice has given me.  Because of these tools I am able to find my center...remember to breathe...and accept that I am not in control of the world around me, but I can control how I react to it.  With a very glad and grateful heart, I am thankful for this moment.  


Namaste

<3 IndigoGrrl

Just for today,

Tuesday, February 19, 2013


I will not be angry.


Just for today, I will not worry.


Just for today, I will be grateful.


Just for today, I will do my work honestly.


Just for today, I will be kind to every living being.


These are the 5 principles of Reiki according to the founding father of Reiki, Dr. Mikao Usui.  

I've posted this prayer in years past and had questions as to why I would focus on these principles "just for today" and not all of the time.  The idea is to wake up and recite these words in our heart/mind daily...and even moment by moment when faced with the challenges of daily life.  This is a reminder to stay in the present moment, and with each breath to be mindful of acceptance, integrity, and compassion.  We are all here sharing this human experience, which is full of suffering and difficulty.  It is easy to become overwhelmed by our adversities, but if we take it one moment at a time and give ourselves gentle reminders it can become more attainable to follow this path of peace.


Wishing you a day without anger or worry, and full of honesty & compassion.


Namaste~

IndigoGrrl


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