This morning I won a cookbook on Velva’s Tomatoes on the Vine blog giveaway. It made my day! Thanks, Velva! Dearly Beloved and I will be slurping soups from my New Orleans Gumbos and Soups cookbook soon.
I doubt that my version will be up to Velva’s standards. She mentioned standing over a 12-quart stockpot for over an hour to make a golden roux. YIKES! I don’t suppose that comes in a jar, does it? I saw a recipe for a Maiden’s Prayer cocktail a little farther down her blog. That could be the perfect accompaniment for a tour of duty over a stockpot.
In case anyone doubts that I will be up for roux-making, I offer a slightly tarnished Exhibit A.
Yes, my friends, that is the Betty Crocker Homemaker of Tomorrow Award which I won in high school. If you don’t think it was embarrassing to be a shy, skinny teenager in glasses standing on stage in assembly and being recognized as someone who “will make a good wife,” guess again.
Nevertheless, I ask you, could Betty Crocker make a roux?
Of course she could. . . and probably while wearing pearls, a frilly apron, and pumps. Alas, my dress code is somewhat more casual.
I’m not current on proper attire, but judging by what I see, I thought that anything goes these days. That was before I was enlightened by this very specific Dress Code sign I saw yesterday.
What (she asked, ruefully) ever happened to No Shoes, No Shirt, No Service?