Just like every good Louisiana girl, I made sure our little family celebrated Fat Tuesday last week. Only this year my mom saved me the torture of making a King Cake from scratch by buying one at a bakery in Temple. She took pity on my crazy steroid self and I am incredibly grateful.
But lest you think my man, who has Texas roots deeper than most 100-year-old oak trees, has had no effect on me, I need to admit that our actual entree was - GULP - tacos.
Yes, I realize my Cajun card may be revoked but jambalaya is much more time consuming than tacos and, honestly, it took several more days for the steroids leave my system so it just wasn't a good idea for me to spend much time with sharp objects chopping the necessary trilogy that goes into all Cajun meals.
For what it's worth, I did make it on Saturday and we'll be dining on my Paw Paw's jambalaya for the next two days. You see, it's always better after sitting for a bit. I can't wait to dig in but, first, I do have one more confession...
I made it with turkey sausage.
I know, I know...my current prayers include that I won't be disowned.... :-)
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