2013 Is Here, and So Am I!

Laissez les bon temps rouler...as the French say...let the good time times roll! One of my New Year's Resolutions is to seriously think about (and then enact) a real and present purpose for my two blogs here at blogspot. Honestly, I haven't blogged at http://wishyouwereherehdnelson.blogspot.com/ for several months now, and I'm hanging on by a dear thread here at Be Food. And while I don't like the idea of discontinuing the blogs, I'm trying to simplify things as much as possible around here, especially while I'm in school.

Anyway, onto the pictures. This year's Christmas Day dinner theme was Cajun. We spent the holiday in Texas with my brother, and he and I went back and forth on a theme. Italian - no. Mexican - no. Eclectic - no. He finally let slip that he was deep-frying the turkey Cajun-style, and I said that's it...there's the theme.

And here's the menu:

The turkey attempts to put up a fight before going into the fryer

Here's the appetizer spread: crabcakes, muffaletta bites, and Cajun meatballs

Shrimp etouffee

Sweet Potato Pie


Caramel Apple Cheesecake

Everything pictured here is from scratch (the rice for the etouffee was from a bag), and I forgot to get pictures of the Buttermilk Biscuits. My sister in law made a green bean casserole, and we all let the good times roll!

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