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There are several things that I am obsessed with, but today we will only cover three.

These blank notebooks and journals. If there are any of these in a book store or gift shop, I will find them and admire them for a while, taking the ones that really grab my attention into my sweaty hands to turn over and open and check out. Do they have lined pages? What kind of paper? Right now I have a lot of blank ones, and a few that are full of notes from days past. Just the other day I opened one up from 2008/2009 and was reminded of some good and not-so good times. Why am I obsessed with these things?

This place. This is St. Roch's in New Orleans on St. Claude Street. We've been to a few of these new "Food Halls" (Perhaps you remember something called a "Food Court." Get with the program. The Food Hall is the thing now, baby.) in various cities, but I think this is the best one yet. It seems to operate as some sort of cooperative. Real plates (not paper) and utensi…

Cheesecake Cookies

Several months ago a dear friend and customer brought this dessert in to the deli as a "Thank You" for something we did for them. The staff ate it up and asked for more! It was a sweet gesture (literally, as the kids say), and I hounded Miss Walton and Miss Annis until they surrendered the recipe. As usual, I doubled the recipe to make two of these. Maybe it has something to do with being in the food business. I figure that if I'm going to the trouble to make one of something, I might as well make two. It doesn't take any longer, and that way I have one for us to enjoy and one to share with someone.

The recipe is called "Cheesecake Cookies" but it seems more like cheesecake bars. It starts with this:

I am told that this recipe comes from the New Orleans Junior League's cookbook. That, to me, is not something that should be taken lightly. Cookbooks from Junior League groups, Parent-Teacher organizations, or the local Baptist church are usually pretty am…

Hamburger & Noodle Casserole

Last weekend Mr. Beers and I road-tripped our way to Dallas/Ft.Worth, specifically to Bedford, Texas, for a little quality time with some family folks there. It was a swell and relaxing time. We splashed around in Sheila & Jimmy's pool, enjoyed some fried fish & potatoes & hush puppies, and just visited. It was long overdue and the time went by way too fast.
While we were sitting in Mom's living room Saturday, each of us looking at our little screens, my mom started getting Facebook messages from her dear friend Nancy May in Ohio. Nancy had a question for mom. She needed to find out what all the ingredients were for this casserole. Mom had gotten the recipe from her friend Frances Tucker in the early 1960s. Nancy had gotten the recipe from Mom over 15 years ago and now she couldn't quite read what everything was.
Mom was able to go directly to her little metal recipe box with 3 X 5 cards of recipes written in cursive (some in pencil, some in ballpoint ink) and…

Aunt Gail's Banana Pudding

Tomorrow is the Fourth Of July, and Mr. Beers and Mr. Bobo are invited to a friend's place for a day of America-ing. Happy Independence Day, y'all. We'll be splashing around in the pool, eating, drinking, laughing. Mr. Bobo thought it might be appropriate to bring a dessert. Perhaps a banana pudding. Coincidentally, my Facebook feed has been reminding me that I was with my siblings and my dad about four years ago. And that combination of random thoughts (dad, banana pudding, etc.) reminded me of Aunt Gail's Banana Pudding.

All the women in my family are great cooks. All the women in my extended family are great cooks. One "recipe" that stands out in my mind, though, is my Aunt Gail's Banana Pudding. When I was around middle school age, my dad and my Uncle Royce (Aunt Gail's sweet husband) worked together as mechanics at Hope Volkswagen in Hope, Arkansas. Every day around noon they would find something good to eat during the midday break. On one of tho…

Sausage Crustade

A long, long time ago we were at a friend's house for a party and came across this delicious thing: sausage crusade or sausage bread. Our host fancied himself a kind of Martha Stewart type o' guy, and it was always fun to see what his party decorations would be and what kinds of fabulous foodie things we would get to enjoy. Mr. Beers swiped this recipe and tweaked it a little bit and made it his own. We still have these at some of our parties, and every holiday season Wayne Douglas has to make lots of these for friends and customers. They are always gobbled up and people always want more. Now you can make them, too! Here you go:

Sausage Crustade


1 lb. ground sausage (like Jimmy Dean), fully cooked and crumbled
1 - 8 oz. pkg. cream cheese
1 - roll/pkg Pillsbury Big & Flaky Crescent Dinner Rolls
1 egg white
poppy seeds


Preheat oven to 350. Line a cookie sheet with baking parchment. Mix the crumbled sausage and cream cheese. Unroll the crescent rolls onto the…

How's your 2017 shaping up?

I'm trying not to worry about whether our microwave oven is spying on us.

It looks like 2017 is going to be just as much fun - - probably MORE - - as 2016. Already things are lining up for a fantastic year, filled with travel, visits with good friends and dear family.

I had a big old birthday.

February has come and gone and now your Mr. Bobo is SIXTY years old. SIXTY means (I hope) I worry less about the trivial, petty things. Anxiety and nervousness (and the constantly sweaty palms that plagued me in my teens, twenties, thirties, and forties) have hopefully given way to a little more relaxation. Of course, the trade-off is the other stuff that accompanies these years. The involuntary groans and moans when we sit or stand. The increase in the number of medicines and supplements that are consumed on a daily basis. Even with those kinds of things, so far, SIXTY is good. Just fine by me. Thank you very much.

There are plans for a New Orleans trip soon. There we will meet up with old …

Christmas 2016 in New York City

On our most recent trip to New York City, Mr. Beers and I had (yet another) grand old time. As I reflected on it just this morning, I was able to list seven bars and eleven restaurants we visited. We saw three Broadway shows and one great cabaret show (at Joe's Pub). We were able to visit with old friends and not-so old friends. We shopped a little. We slept a little late once or twice, and stayed out late once or twice. We always enjoy the annual Christmas pilgrimage to New York.

I think Mr. Beers would agree that our most outstanding meal of the trip was The Edge in Harlem. We went for brunch/lunch on one of our last days in the city. Mr. Beers enjoyed shrimp 'n'grits, while I feasted on a coconut fish burger and plantain fries. The Edge is at 139th Street and Edgecombe, walking distance from the 135th Street subway station. We're already talking about going back there. It's a relatively small place with a really chill vibe. Great food. Great service. Cool place…