Could you write me a summary of those books when you're done? I should read them but I think I'll just listen to 'I am woman' a few times and call it a day.
That sounds good. Many years ago when I lived in Key West I bought a cookbook off someone selling stuff out of his shopping cart. It was Paul Prudhomme's "Louisiana Cooking". I didn't know it at the time but, damn, that guy can cook! It's really hard to overstate how good those recipes are. Anyway, I'm big fan of Creole and Cajun cooking now.
Ah, Key West. I was briefly a Conch Republican in Oct'92 to Jan'93, me and the old Lady went there to work a season under the guise of assisting in the Hurricane Andrew Relief effort... I worked the TGIFridays dish-pit (anagram of
dipshit, I believe) until I scored the sweet gig at Cafe/Hotel Marquesa. That place seems to have declined in quality from what I can surmise from their online menu. The pastry-chef used to give me the dessert plates when one of the multi-layered
torte slices fell over...
They made those things tall, not quite "Russian Penis Cake" tall, but a good 8-9 inches. Something like this:
But with more layers, and not as sloppy looking.
Hell, they fed me pretty good now that I think about it. It seemed like the chefs were always "fucking up" a plate that the "wait-trons" (as I called the servers) would bring me.
They also used actual silver for the silver-ware, and only sat a table once per lunch or dinner period; which was awesome for a seventeen-year old pot-head in the dish-pit (or
dipshit).
She knew some local dude, his family owned the ice cream shop at the end of Duval Street, we camped out on his front porch for the first few weeks we were there. Literally pitched a tent on his front porch! Ha, good times.
