From Joyce’s Kitchen

Joyce is my husband’s mother.

You don’t find too many people like Joyce any more.

She grew up on a cotton farm in the heart of Acadiana. She’s what’s known as a Cajun–the people who came to Louisiana from Nova Scotia in the 1750s. They are a unique ethnic group with their own language and cuisine.

Joyce is a true Cajun mama–she cooks and cooks and cooks and barely glances at a recipe. Tonight I pegged her down and squeezed some information out of her as she sipped a glass of blueberry wine. Tonight I’ll share her gumbo recipe, which is the real deal so it won’t read exactly like a normal recipe. Joyce said that growing up they always had gumbo and a “fry” at family gatherings. A fry was pretty much any large piece of cooked meat–turkey, chicken, or roast.

Ingredients:
  • One whole chicken
  • 1 pound andouille sausage, sliced. (If they don’t have andouille in your area I recommend substituting some kind of spicy pork sausage). You can buy some really killer sausage online, though, if you’ve got a hankering.
  • 2 medium onion, chopped
  • 1 bunch green onions, chopped
  • 5-6 toes of garlic, minced
  • 1/2 cup celery, chopped
  • 1 bell pepper chopped (optional)
  • 4-5 bouillon cubes
  • 3 Tbs oil
  • 3 Tbs flour
  • Cayenne pepper
  • Salt
  • Black pepper
  1. The first step in making a gumbo is making what’s known as a roux. Roux is a mixture of browned flour that gives gumbo its earthy flavor and helps thicken the broth. To make a roux, you start with equal parts flour and oil in a pan over medium heat.
  2. Stir the flour/oil combination continuously until it turns the color of chocolate–about 20 minutes. You can add a little more oil if needed. Note from Joyce: never take your roux for granted. If you burn it, you’ll have to throw it out and start all over again.
  3. Once it reaches a good color, remove it from the heat to cool.
  4. In an 8 quart stock pot, bring three quarts of water to a boil.
  5. Add sausage and the chicken to the pot.
  6. Slowly add your roux to the pot. Note from Joyce: never add your roux all at once–it can have an explosive effect.
  7. Stir the pot well to make sure the roux is evenly distributed.
  8. Add the onion, green onions, garlic, celery, and bell pepper. Note from Joyce: you don’t have to add the bell pepper, but if I have one, I like to use it.
  9. Add 1/2 tsp of salt, 1/2 tsp of black pepper, and a 1/4 tsp of cayenne. You can add more to taste, but this is a good starting point. Note from Joyce: Sausage adds a lot of flavor to the broth so you want to go slowly with the seasoning.
  10. Add enough water to the pot until it’s two inches from the top.
  11. Add bouillon cubes.
  12. Within 45 minutes everything will be cooked through and you can tweak your seasoning.
  13. At this point you can pull the chicken out, pull the meat off and put it back in the pot. Throw the bones away or save them for a stock. Note from Joyce: You can remove the chicken at this point if you’re serving it right away. If you’re cooking it for later then keep the chicken in longer. I like to cook my gumbos the day before and pull the bones out right before serving.

Gumbos can be frozen for a good long while in your freezer.

We had a lovely Christmas Eve dinner complete with gumbo. Charlie really seemed to understand the opening of gifts, examining them, etc. His favorite present was the ten dollar cheap-o keyboard I bought him from Hellmart at the last minute. His uncle got him this tricycle and I have a feeling we’re going to get a lot of wear out of it although he’s a little obsessed with chewing on the handle bars. A little Christmas napkin took care of that!

I hope you have a lovely Christmas if that’s your thing and if not, well, enjoy the time off of work. Merry Christmas.

2010

I’ve been making a lot of goals for 2010–apparently I’ve got big expectations. Here they are in no particular order:Crazy museum a few blocks from my house. I have no idea what this contraption is.

  1. Run a 5K without dying.
  2. Read the entire New Testament.
  3. Approach 5 stores about carrying my stationery/art (scariest. thing. ever.)
  4. Submit writing to a print publication.
  5. Travel somewhere that is NOT Plano, Texas.
  6. Try to include more regional stuff in this blog–not just pictures of Charlie at an outdoor concert, but pictures of the concert itself. It’s pretty cool around here and I should showcase that every now and then.

Fountain at the park in town–the town is built on a natural spring which is believed to have healing qualities–the Native American girl is reaching out for the water that is bubbling up. One of our neighbors has water that just bubbles up in her backyard.

In addition to these goals, I’m really going to try to focus on celebrating more. I feel like sometimes I let the stress get to me and really, life is good. Celebration is in order.

What are your plans for 2010?

I think I’ve already put this picture up here, but look at the pretty park!

It Goes Both Ways

This week Charlie and I have been talking about cows. Riveting, no? I assume this is why you’re reading this blog–for the incredible discourse on bovine populations. Anyway, our usual cognitive program was overwhelming me a little (it’s possible everything overwhelms me this time of year), so I took a page from the Letter of the Week Curriculum and took a few basic things and just talked about them several times over the course of the week. I actually only did half the Letter of the Week curriculum because between therapy and therapy and you know, therapy there never seems to be enough time in the week for normal toddler stuff. Some days I would be willing to swear that it’s the freakin’ schedule that keeps the special kids behind. No time to talk about farms today! You’ve got stretching to do!

So this week we talked about cows and the letter A. There were some not-very-successful books from the library (Dear Lord, why does my child hate books so much?), puzzles, pictures, a video I checked out from the library and then decided I was kidding myself, and even some multi-sensory flash cards. I actually feel pretty good about the whole thing–I definitely think some of what I said sunk in. There was at least a glimmer of recognition when I said “a calf is a baby cow” for like the eighth time. Now, at the very least, I can tell St. Peter that I taught my kid about cows. . . that’s an automatic in, right?

The teaching thing goes two ways though and I was reminded of that again this week. I was trading e-mails with another ABR mother who was feeling down and out. She’s eliminated some of her daughter’s spasticity, but with that, her daughter has also lost the ability to stand. Make no mistake, it’s progress, but progress can be tough when it means losing something in another area.

If there’s anything that Charlie’s taught me, though, it’s that progress is rarely linear. Maybe you knew a girl in high school who was both tall and blonde and a cheerleader and the Homecoming Queen, but for most of us, I think it’s a little less cut and dry. Some of us have frizzy brown hair aren’t really coordinated enough for any sort of group dance other than the line variety (this is completely hypothetical, right?) Life is series of starts and stops–a victory lap followed quickly by a skinned knee. A touchdown and a sack all in the same quarter.

Charlie “loses” skills all the time. I think we went three straight months where he wouldn’t stand for a second. Now he’s back and better than ever. He used to clap on command, but don’t expect him to do that these days–he is so OVER clapping. He will give you five, though. Five is still cool (this week). As he works on one set of skills, another set is pushed to the side and while I know it’s common, it can still be tough to take.

Almost every part of life feels the same. We don’t immediately take our place on the top of the mountain; we don’t have it all right away. We stumble. We lose ground, but we take a deep breath, maybe check out the scenery, and then we keep moving. Not giving up is often the biggest challenge.

Having a special needs child in my life is a constant reminder that life doesn’t hand us everything. Hard work is part of the equation. I try my best to remember all that I do have and not dwell on what I don’t. When life hands me a setback, I remind myself of all that my teeny, tiny baby was able to overcome and that helps keep it in perspective. I’m aware that this all sounds cheesy and sentimental, well, that’s because it is–my kid inspires me. He makes me better and he reminds me every single day that most of the stuff I’m worried about isn’t even a big deal.

***I really wanted to add some pictures to this post from our trip to the architectural salvage yard today, but my stupid battery went out right after I took a picture of nothing!****
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