So when my mother pulled out a carefully hidden bag of Camellia red beans from her suitcase, we all cheered. Because no southerner~especially one from New Orleans~is going to turn down a hot, flavorful bowl of red beans & rice.
My mother's recipe happens to be a treasured one, loved by all near and far. And that it not an exaggeration. Eveyone who has taken a fork (or spoon) to her southern cuisine always asks for seconds as well as a copy of her recipe.
Thankfully, she guards this secret very well. Am I selfish for appreciating her secrecy? Perhaps, but some things should be honored by being kept within a family.
No worries, though! If you're ever in need of a hot bowl of the best red beans & rice on either side of the Mississippi, I'll be happy to send you a pot or two.
All you have to do is ask.
We'll even send along a pan of deliciously buttered cornbread.
Now if you'll excuse me, I have a slice that ndeds to be slathered in butter and honey for my breakfast. It should be just the thing to help wake us all up this morning.
What do you crave when you're missing home?