Pizza anyone???

Don’t let Mark fool you with all his Asian-ness and Cajun-talk. His favorite food isn’t jambalaya stirred in a cast iron pot or adobo, the unofficial national food of the Philippines. It’s pizza. His favorite food is pizza. As mentioned in my king cakes post, bread baking or anything involving yeast intimidated me and I’m…

Flying Oxtails!!

Coming home from school and seeing my mom using the pressure cooker, I knew exactly what she was cooking. Growing up, one of my favorite Filipino dishes was kare-kare (pronounced ka-reh ka-reh). It’s an oxtail dish cooked in a peanut butter sauce; served with green beans, eggplant, baby bok choy and steamed rice. A shrimp…

Spring is a-blooming!

Most cooks will tell you a dish is only as good as its ingredients and that fresh is always best. Well, how much more fresh can you get than harvesting from your own backyard? Growing up I never had a green thumb. You could say I lived in a “concrete jungle.” So when I purchased…

Cajsian Crawfish Boil!!

Happy Easter!!! During Easter, it is a tradition for Louisianians to have family crawfish boils. Just flipping through my personal Instagram and Facebook sites, I see friends who now live out of state, ship live crawfish and do a boil for their family and friends. So as you can see, no matter the price, we…

After the Crawfish Boil Soup

IT’S CRAWFISH SEASON! It’s been awhile since our last post – it BITES when “real life” gets in the way of fun. Here in Louisiana, we have a lot of traditions when it comes to the Lenten Season and most people’s favorites is the a crawfish boil! The boil can be for many reasons: Fridays…

King Cakes

We’re already few days into Lent, but I wanted to chronicle the attempts I made at Mardi Gras king cake for my first official #CajsianCooking food post. Mardi Gras season officially starts on Twelfth Night, also known as Epiphany or Kings’ Day, which celebrates the wise men arriving to see baby Jesus. And just like…

Connie’s Start

While both my parents have an arsenal of delicious dishes, cooking was my dad’s passion. On most Sundays (hunting season excluded), he’d spend the day “piddling” in the backyard and cooking something low and slow on the stove. He taught me how to stir a roux (though my inattention led to one hell of a…