Monday, June 1, 2009
You didn’t think I forgot I had a blog, did you? Well, I almost did. With all the trips and the non-piggie Flu I picked up along the way, I’ve been neglecting the space here for quite a while. (If you’re following me on Twitter you’ve heard it all before.) Sorry. But I’m back, and I brought you a pretty cool souvenir from the road, an amazing recipe for true New Orleans pralines. For me, one of the best things about traveling is learning how to cook local specialties. That’s how I bring that taste from the road home with me and recreate it whenever I want to. So, imagine my delight when Ms.Linda and her husband Peter (my friend Josh’s dad) invited me over to their place to make pralines with them.
First, we must get something straight. I don’t care where you are in -or even out of- the country, you need to learn how to pronounce the word right – and by ‘right’ I meant the way they do in New Orleans. Repeat after me. PRAA-leans. Not praa-LEANS, or PRAY-leens. And definitely not PRAA-lynes. Got that?
Ok, now that we know how to pronounce it properly, it’s time I confess something. This recipe makes textbook-perfect New Orleans pralines, yes, but it’s actually not from New Orleans! Ms.Linda -she’s a proper Southern Lady so it’s Ms.Linda to you and me- said she got the recipe from “a Greyhound Man in Mississippi”. I was hoping that she would say she got it from a man she met on a grayhound bus in Mississipi, wouldn’t it be such a fun story? Alas, no, she just got it from a man who worked there.