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It’s pumpkin spice season! Already! Are you ready?
Hi, again, Dear Readers:
After my last blog on The Whistle Stop coffee shop in Denham Springs, I figured I was done blogging for a few days. And then I looked up and September is staring at me. Oh, well. I did send a note to them later and got a very nice “thank you” email back. We’ll visit them again.
Chances are you’re still running your A/C. But pumpkin spice season is here, whether you want it or not. Let’s talk about the what and why, in a minute.
RIP, Dolly Parton
Last week came the news that Dolly Parton, country music singer/songwriter and celebrity icon, had passed away at the age of 80.
Source: Google Images
I can’t say I was a big Dolly fan, but I liked her. Like many people, I thought she was, indeed, a national treasure. James and I were both saddened to hear the news. It happened quickly, and she was buried last Friday.
These Dolly songs have been stuck in my head since then:
- Theme from the movie 9 to 5, which we watched that night
- Jolene, the Olivia Newton-John version and her duet with Dolly, right before Olivia passed in 2022 as part of her Duets project, Volume 1 and Volume 2. (Jolene is on Volume 1.)
- Here You Come Again, from I don’t even know when
- Potential New Boyfriend, a song I only heard a few times back in the 80’s
- I Will Always Love You, the Whitney Houston version of Dolly’s song used in the film The Bodyguard
Multiple interviews with Dolly have surfaced on social media, both recent and ancient. In one of them, Dolly said the first time she heard the last one on the radio, she didn’t recognize it at first. Unfortunately, she was driving at the time. When Dolly suddenly realized Whitney Houston was singing her song, with that fantastic David Foster arrangement, she nearly crashed her car.
Also watched Steel Magnolias this weekend, because it was available on PlutoTV.
Everyone knew Dolly
Tributes from people everywhere, celebrity and not, are flowing into social media and news outlets. Sting, as in The Police, posted on IG yesterday that Dolly called and asked him to participate in making her final album, Rock Star. When Dolly calls, Sting smiles and says, “you just say, ‘Yes, Ma’am.'” (That CD is on my Amazon wish list now.) Simon Le Bon from Duran Duran was another who worked on that album along with so many others. And of course, her goddaughter, Miley Cyrus.
Another Dolly duet was with Sabrina Carpenter on a cleaned-up version her song from a couple of years ago, Please, Please, Please. Sabrina has also posted on her IG account about working with “Mama Dolly.” Dolly didn’t like the swearing in the song so they removed the more offensive lyrics. (If you want to see the more offensive version, it’s on YouTube as well.) There are so many collaborations and duets that there probably isn’t a comprehensive list.
Like the late Tina Turner, Dolly Parton knew nearly everyone. And Dolly was also inducted in the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame in 2022, the year after Tina was inducted as a solo artist.
Business and Philanthropy
Dolly was also a businesswoman and philanthropist. She donated more money than she kept, prompting her to say that she would have been a billionaire if she hadn’t given all that money away. But she truly used that money for good, and I’m sure her businesses and charitable works will continue.
One example: her reading program for children, the Imagination Library, now sends three million books a month to children in the US and overseas. She created it in her father’s memory, who was illiterate his entire life.
Rest In Peace in the comfy cotton, Miss Dolly. You’re done with the heavy rhinestones.
PSL is back! Yes, already!
So, it’s getting on that time of the year, and Starbucks recently announced the return of the PSL on August 25th.
Source: ChatGPT
I was with James at the VA Medical Center on the 25th. When we left, I told him we had to stop at Starbucks to get our first PSL. Oh, the face he made. Mind you, he doesn’t drink coffee, and after my first and last taste of the PSL in 2015, y’all know I was just being facetious.
Comedienne Carollynn Xavier posted a short video on Instagram a couple of days ago about PSL season: “Without Starbucks, we wouldn’t know that the seasons changed.” It’s not long, and her deadpan delivery makes it highly amusing.
She describes herself as a “recovering Californian” who left The Golden State, kept driving, and found Tennessee. Her IG videos are very quietly funny as she describes discoveries she’s made in the South after leaving California–like butter, which is “legal in Tennessee.” (She’s also become a born-again Christian.)
Now, one question that many are thinking about: is it pumpkin spice season already? Let’s have a convo with my BFF ChatGPT to answer that question.
It’s Still Hot Outside—So Why Are We Already Eating Pumpkin Spice?
Walk into a coffee shop, grocery store, or big-box retailer in late August, and you may notice something a little strange.
It’s 95 degrees outside. The air conditioner is running nonstop. You are still wearing shorts and trying not to melt while walking from the car to the store.
And there it is: Pumpkin spice.
Source: ChatGPT
Pumpkin spice coffee, creamers, cookies, candles, cereal, and this one:
Because you love pumpkin THAT MUCH.
(I couldn’t resist.) And there’s also apple cider and cinnamon everything.
Apparently, fall has arrived.
Wait, When Is Fall?
Never mind that the official first day of autumn is still weeks away. (September 22, if you’re interested.) Never mind that much of the country is still dealing with summer temperatures that make turning on the oven feel like a questionable life decision.
America has collectively decided that if the pumpkin spice products are on the shelves, fall has begun. So why does fall food season seem to start earlier every year?
The answer has a lot to do with marketing, nostalgia, seasonal anticipation, and one coffee drink that somehow became powerful enough to influence America’s unofficial calendar.
Fall Is More Than a Season—It’s a Feeling
Part of the reason fall food arrives so early is that people aren’t necessarily waiting for the actual weather.
They’re waiting for the feeling.
Summer can be fun. But by late August, people are ready for something different. The endless heat starts to get old. School is starting again. Vacations are ending. New fall fashions are showing up in stores, magazines, and online. Stores are beginning to fill with Halloween and other holiday decorations, and football season is approaching. The idea of sweaters, soups, baking, and cooler weather starts sounding pretty appealing.
If you’re one of us who has experienced and lived through menopause, you know exactly what that means and can appreciate autumn.
Fall represents a change, and food is one of the easiest ways to experience that change.
Having it early
You may not be able to make the temperature outside drop, but you can drink something flavored with cinnamon, nutmeg, and pumpkin. Bake an apple dessert, just use the countertop oven. Make some chili. Light a candle that smells like someone baked an entire pie in your living room.
In other words, seasonal food allows us to pretend that fall has arrived before Mother Nature gets the memo.
There is also something deeply comforting about fall flavors. Pumpkin, apple, maple, cinnamon, pecans, brown butter, and warm spices all tend to be associated with baking, holidays, family gatherings, and home cooking.
They feel familiar and comfortable.
And after months of salads, grilled food, cold drinks, and trying to find meals that don’t require heating up the kitchen, people are ready for food that feels warmer and more substantial.
Even if they still have to eat it while the air conditioner is running.
The Retail Calendar Keeps Moving Earlier
Of course, consumers aren’t solely responsible for this early start. Retailers have figured out something important: people get excited about seasons long before the calendar says they officially begin.
Christmas decorations often appear before Halloween. (Hello, Hobby Lobby.) Valentine’s Day merchandise shows up shortly after New Year’s, if not right before. Easter candy can arrive when some parts of the country are still dealing with winter weather.
Fall food follows the same pattern. Seasonal products create anticipation, and anticipation creates sales.
Why They Don’t Have It Year-Round
There is also a limited amount of time for companies to sell seasonal products. Pumpkin spice products aren’t meant to stay around forever. The fact that they are temporary is part of their appeal, even though you can buy canned pumpkin and pumpkin pie spice all year long. (If you don’t believe me, check your grocery. Pumpkin pie spice is easy to make, just find a recipe and shake it up.)
If your favorite pumpkin-flavored coffee creamer were available every day of the year, it probably wouldn’t feel quite as special.
But tell people that it will disappear in a few months? Suddenly, they need three bottles.
Seasonal food creates a sense of urgency that regular products simply don’t have. It gives consumers something new to look forward to, and it gives companies a reliable way to create excitement around products that might otherwise seem fairly ordinary.
After all, “coffee creamer” is not particularly exciting.
“Limited Edition Pumpkin Spice Coffee Creamer Available Only This Fall”?
Now we’re talking.
Starbucks Didn’t Invent Fall, But It Sure Helped Put a Start Date on It
You can make a pretty good argument that Starbucks helped create the modern phenomenon of starting fall before summer has officially packed its bags.
The company’s Pumpkin Spice Latte debuted in 2003 as a limited test in approximately 100 stores. According to Starbucks, the idea was developed by a team experimenting with flavors that paired well with espresso, eventually settling on a combination inspired by the spices commonly associated with pumpkin pie. The drink rolled out nationally in the United States the following fall.
What started as a seasonal coffee drink became something much bigger. The Pumpkin Spice Latte became a cultural event.
It’s A “Thing” Now
Suddenly, the return of the PSL wasn’t just about ordering coffee. It became an announcement that pumpkin season had arrived, whether the temperature outside agreed or not.
The return of the drink became something people anticipated every year. Social media helped turn the first PSL of the season into an event. Coffee shops, grocery stores, restaurants, and food companies all took notice.
Pumpkin spice wasn’t just a flavor anymore.
It was a season.
And Starbucks is still helping set the unofficial calendar.
And The PSL Is Back!
In 2026, the company brought its fall menu back on August 25—weeks before the official first day of autumn. Starbucks reported that August 25 became its strongest fall-launch day ever across the United States and Canada. (Investors like the sound of that too.) More than two decades after the Pumpkin Spice Latte first appeared, its return still has enough cultural power to make people start talking about sweaters, soup, football, and fall baking while many of us are still running the air conditioner full blast.
The company has also expanded far beyond the original PSL. Its 2026 fall lineup includes multiple pumpkin drinks, pecan-flavored coffee drinks, and other seasonal offerings. Once a company successfully convinces millions of people that a particular flavor signals the beginning of a season, it makes sense to keep giving them more ways to participate. Clearly, they want to.
For better or worse, Starbucks helped establish the idea that fall doesn’t necessarily begin on a specific date. Fall begins when the seasonal menu comes back.
Social Media Made Seasonal Food Even Bigger
There was a time when seasonal food was mostly something you encountered at a restaurant or grocery store.
Now it arrives in your social media feed weeks before it arrives on your table.
Someone posts their first pumpkin coffee. Then someone else shares an apple cider donut. The slow cooker chili shows up next. The fall charcuterie board, soup recipes, and the “cozy dinner” videos follow.
Before long, you may find yourself wondering why you’re suddenly craving cinnamon rolls when it was 98 degrees yesterday.
Social Media as a Catalyst
Social media has accelerated seasonal food trends because people can see what everyone else is eating.
Food has always been social, but now it is also visual entertainment.
The first pumpkin spice drink isn’t just a drink. It’s a photograph.
An apple dessert isn’t simply dessert. It’s content.
And once enough people start sharing the same seasonal foods, those foods become part of a collective ritual.
The calendar might say August.
Instagram says it’s October.
Who are you going to believe?
We Start Thinking About Fall Before We Actually Experience It
There is another reason fall food season begins early: anticipation is often more enjoyable than waiting.
People start looking forward to fall while summer is still happening.
The first appearance of pumpkin products signals that cooler weather is coming eventually. Even if you live somewhere that won’t actually experience anything resembling sweater weather until October or November, you can still participate.
You can buy the candle, make the soup, and drink the PSL.
Fall food gives us a preview of a season before the season actually arrives. And honestly, that may be the entire point.
We’re not necessarily eating pumpkin spice because we’re cold. We’re eating pumpkin spice because we would like to be.
Pumpkin Spice Isn’t the Only Flavor of Fall
As dominant as pumpkin spice has become, fall food is much bigger than pumpkin.
Source: ChatGPT
Apple is having its annual moment, and for good reason. Apples work equally well in desserts, drinks, breakfast dishes, and savory meals. Apple cider, apple butter, apple crisp, apple pie, and roasted apples all bring a different kind of fall flavor to the table.
Then there are pecans, maple, sweet potatoes, brown butter, caramel, cranberries, pears, squash, mushrooms, and every warm spice in the pantry.
Non-Pumpkin Fall Foods
Some of the best fall foods don’t contain pumpkin at all. Apple pie, for instance, as well as other squashes and gourds.
Source: ChatGPT
That might be the most interesting thing about the increasingly early fall food season. It gives us an excuse to revisit ingredients and flavors that don’t always get much attention during the rest of the year.
Summer food tends to be fresh, light, and quick, but fall food is where we slow down.
We bake, simmer, and roast. We make food that fills the kitchen with smells worth lingering around.
That’s probably why people are so eager to start early.
So Is Starting Fall Food Season in August Too Early?
Probably. But also, maybe not. It depends, as any attorney will tell you.
There is something objectively ridiculous about drinking a pumpkin-spiced beverage while sitting in a car hot enough to cook an egg. (Unless it’s iced, of course.)
There is something slightly absurd about seeing Halloween candy next to beach towels.
And yes, some people would prefer that we allow each season to have its turn before rushing into the next one.
Fair enough.
But seasonal food is supposed to be fun. If eating an apple cider donut in August makes someone happy, there are certainly worse things they could be doing.
The real question may not be whether fall food season starts too early. The question may be why we are so eager for it to begin. And the answer probably comes down to comfort.
More Than Just Food
Food helps mark the passage of time. Certain flavors remind us of certain experiences. Seasonal food gives us something to anticipate.
Source: ChatGPT
Pumpkin and cinnamon can remind us of holidays like Thanksgiving in November. Apple cider can remind us of fairs and football games. Chili and soup can remind us that cooler weather is coming.
So if the grocery store wants to put pumpkin spice on the shelves while it’s still summer, that’s fine.
We don’t have to immediately start decorating for Christmas. Let’s not get crazy.
But we can enjoy a pumpkin coffee, bake an apple dessert, and start thinking about soup. Need some recipes? They’re on the recipes page. (I need to update that soup blog with WP Recipe maker.)
And if you’re sitting outside in August heat while holding a Pumpkin Spice Latte, just remember:
- According to the calendar, it’s still summer.
- According to Starbucks? Fall has been here for days.
Enjoy it all.
I Made a PSL Today
Much as I disliked the PSL I got in the store years ago, I do like making the iced one:
My usual favorite recipe for the PSL, with just a few ingredients. (Source: the kitchen and an iPhone 11.)
If you haven’t seen it before, it’s the Iced Pumpkin Spiced Latte from Gimme Some Oven. I first made it in 2023, and have enjoyed it occasionally ever since, much to James’ dislike. He even retched again last night at the mention of making one. But with ready-made iced coffee in the fridge, it comes together quickly and froths up nicely in the blender.
Until Next Time
I’m always looking for and thinking about new topics to bring to the blog. I’ve got a couple in mind but haven’t started them yet. My iPhone is also full of pictures I intended for blog posts. . .but they’re still on my phone. At least I have a BFF that can help me out when I’m lost for ideas. Still need to get back with BFF on making Trello work for me instead of it adding more work.
It’s still summer. . .but that first cold front will be here before you know it, so enjoy what’s left of summer while you can.
Even if you do have a PSL before then.
Happy Dining!
BF took me to one of his favorite places in Baton Rouge, Frank’s Restaurant. Or Smokehouse. Or Breakfast Place. We went without warning, and I was without coffee. But it was an enjoyable morning.
Hello again, Dear Readers:
Following the wonderful feedback I received from last week’s blog post on the wedding of Rafael and Carmen, I have started to work on the second part of that saga about the rest of our Houston trip. But this morning’s activity made me want to pop in and write a quick blog post before then.
Errands in Baton Rouge
We had some errands to run today, and BF asked me if I’d like to go with him. When the alarm went off at 5:15 am, I really didn’t want to get up. But then I realized it would be a morning riding around with BF. So, I got up and off we went. Unfortunately, I did not have any coffee before I left. Therefore, I was unprepared for BF’s intentions.
Picking Up A Car Part
We had an errand locally that required the early morning hours. Once completed, then it was off to Baton Rouge.
The place we had to go was a small shop called Cam Motion. They opened at 8:00 am, and we wanted to beat Baton Rouge traffic–which is nothing like Houston traffic, let me tell you. Well, we didn’t actually do that. What we ended up doing was getting off the freeway and taking the surface streets. Many of them are a complete mystery. But we walked in, picked up the part, and left. We were there less than 3 minutes.
Of course, BF thinks it’s funny when we drive on those other surface streets because I am completely lost. (It’s the same on the odd occasion when we head to the New Orleans area since I know where we’re going and he doesn’t.) Once we get off the freeway, my Baton Rouge area landmarks are Starbucks, Trader Joe’s, Joann Fabrics, and the Perkins Rowe shopping center where Sur la Table used to live. I don’t spend a lot of time there, but he knows where most things are located.
I mentioned getting some coffee, and we passed two or three Starbucks on the way. But he smiled and said, “It’s all good.” Oh, geez.
We were supposed to be back home at about 9:00 am, but we ended up home at about 9:30 am. There’s a reason for that.
A Stop At Frank’s Restaurant
As I said, I left the house without coffee. He offered to stop at a Circle K, but I passed. He mumbled something about Waffle House in Baton Rouge, and I said, “Sure, that’s fine.” But he had something else up his sleeve.
We finished the first errand and got into Baton Rouge at about 7:15 am. Cam Motion did not open until eight. So what were we going to do? I thought he said something about Waffle House, but he had another idea.
On a few occasions, BF has mentioned going to a place called Frank’s.
Source: Franks Restaurant website
He pointed it out once or twice when we passed by, but it wasn’t open. But of course, BF has been there many times, and talked about its greatness. But never having been there myself, I had no idea. That changed this morning. He pulled into the parking lot, parked, and we went inside for some breakfast.
Sitting By The Deer
Remember, I’ve had no coffee, no tea, no nothing at this point. And I’ve been up since 5:30 am. But here I was, on a cold December morning, walking into a place that looks much like the inside of a Cracker Barrel. Actually, Cracker Barrel’s interior design is based on this kind of décor. However, what you see in Frank’s is the real thing, not something that’s “manufactured vintage.”
BF led me to a table and said, “Let’s sit here.” I agreed, took off my hat and sweater, looked up, and saw this on the wall:
Yes, we really sat under this. Thanks, Honey.
No kidding, we were sitting right here, under that beast. Once again, he thought it was funny. I’m not awake yet. Fortunately, the waitress understood this predicament, so she kindly and promptly bought me some hot, fresh, coffee. It was my first of three cups, including the one I left with.
I didn’t catch the waitress’s name, (even coffee doesn’t work that fast) but she was a very nice blond woman. She told us that a veeegan recently came in and was mortified to see this stuffed deer head. The vegan in question insisted on being seated in a closed area because she was so triggered by the animal. I said, “Because vegans are weird.”
I posted a picture of this. . .rather interesting décor on Instagram. Within minutes, Neighbor E in Houston saw it and said, “The look on that face.” I responded, “You should have seen mine.”
It’s probably not shedding anymore, either.
What’s On The Menu?
Because this was my first visit, I wasn’t sure what to order. Their entire menu is online, and it’s what you might expect from a place in Louisiana—seafood, breakfast, etc. An interesting selection of locally influenced dishes.
Of course, BF already knew what he wanted, eggs and bacon, with hash browns and biscuits. All was right in his world at this point. I needed a little more time for the coffee to initialize its processes so I could decide what I wanted to order.
As it turns out, everything on the menu comes with biscuits, even biscuits, ha, ha. They are “the best homemade biscuits in the world,” as they will tell you. Take a look:
Yes, they are huge. (Source: Frank’s Restaurant website)
If you’re thinking, “Those are some pretty big biscuits,” you’d be right. They’re the size of a grapefruit. Butter (and half and half) are on the table already in small round containers, so you can get right to work on your biscuits.
No, I do not eat biscuits. They were all for BF, who humorously suggested I try The Amite Alligator, a breakfast dish that includes alligator sausage. No thanks, along with the liver and onions on the menu. He’s enjoying my pre-coffee fatigue while flashing his best Cheshire cat grin. I glared at him because I was only on my first cuppa. Finally, after the first refill, the caffeine receptors were working again and I was smirking right back. Then we were onto our usual back-and-forth antics.
No, they didn’t ask us to leave. (This time.) We weren’t loud.
Oh, and if you decide to peruse the menu, you’re not seeing things when you come across “Breakfast Cocktails.” Diners can order a Bloody Mary and one of two versions of Mimosas. I wasn’t awake enough for that one. Proceed with caution.
What I Ordered
My dilemma: I liked the vegetarian omelet, but I also liked the bacon omelet. What to do? Well, The first thing you do is tell your wait staff. And she offered this solution: A vegetarian omelet with bacon added. No, It’s not a “vegetarian” omelet anymore, but it sure was good. Naturally, it was picturesque, and I forgot to snap a pic. But mushrooms, green onions, spinach, bell peppers, and tomatoes certainly enjoyed the extra layer of flavor from the bacon. Now it’s a bacon-veg omelet, or whatever name you want.
They do offer salsa and/or sour cream on the side for a small charge. I meant to ask for it and forgot. Well, one bite, and I declined the salsa. It was good on its own. Much as I like salsa on my eggs, this is one instance where it would have been too much.
When our very nice waitress brought our check, she also brought me a take-out cup of coffee and take-out boxes so that BF could have his biscuits and potatoes later. Keep reading.
Hash Browns
What also came was what they called “Hash Browns”. These were actually diced potatoes fried up, not the shredded ones that most people think of when they order hash browns. That’s not a bad thing, really.
Taken home to have later.
I was busy concentrating on my omelet while BF was enjoying his own breakfast, plus a biscuit and a few of the potatoes. We ended up bringing most of them home, along with softball-sized biscuits. BF can enjoy them for a few more days, and the potatoes will heat up nicely in the countertop oven.
Two Locations
This third-generation family-owned Louisiana restaurant has been around since 1964, and is located at 8353 Airline Hwy in Baton Rouge. They’re open from 5:00 am to 2:30 daily, including Sundays, for breakfast and lunch.
There is also a location in Prairieville, at 17425 Airline Hwy. That location is open Sunday and Monday from 5am to 3pm, and Tuesday through Saturday from 5:00 am to 9:00 pm. This location serves breakfast as well as both lunch and dinner. Frank’s also handles catering.
Both locations offer curbside pickup. Fans can follow and catch specials from both locations on social media, where each has an account on both Facebook and Instagram. There is also a single company page on LinkedIn.
Next time BF is out and about and tells me he’s having lunch at Frank’s, I’ll know he’s not telling me a story and hanging out at Hooters.
Happy Dining!
For coffee and dessert, you have a lot of choices. In New Orleans, you have Angelo Brocato’s in the Mid-City area. Come along with me and The E-Man for a quick visit.
Hi, Again, Dear Readers:
Well, unfortunately, I broke my “streak” again. There’s a reason for it, as I’ll explain. But because it’s been a while, I’m taking another one out of the “draft” file for you. It’s about time.
Let’s get started.
Aunt Nancy
Before I moved to BF’s house, I was introduced to a very nice lady who lived in Folsom, LA, about 45 minutes from here. I didn’t know who she was, but I knew her partner, PB.
Surprise! A year later, I found myself in BF’s house, and they came to visit in short order. I didn’t want them to visit, because everything was such a mess. PB is a nice man, but he insisted they needed to do a home visit. Over time, it’s gotten better, but it’s still, shall we say, “disorganized.” Not for lack of trying.
Her actual name is Nancy Mallory, and she moved down here in 2013 from Pennsylvania to spend her life with PB. He drove up to Pennsylvania to get this woman. BF only had to drive five hours to Houston to get me. They lived on his acreage in Folsom, and very happy together.
The Fight
Somewhere, Nancy was diagnosed with cancer. Over time, she fought it hard, and along the way was a great friend to everyone, including me and BF. She asked about him one day, and I said, “he’s still going around telling people I’m trying to kill him.” Nancy’s reply: “you mean because of healthier food?” Yes. “Oh, so everything’s OK then.” Aunt Nancy got it.
I still don’t want to have company because I just don’t feel like the house is yet “company ready.” Mind you, we were ready to host the GER, as well as Neighbor E during the February freeze if they needed it. But they would have been warned about the disorganization.
Aunt Nancy wanted to visit a couple of years ago, but I just didn’t want it here. She said, “so meet me somewhere!” We decided on the local PJ’s, and she drove up. I took this picture, and now I’m very glad I did.
A great candid shot, taken November 1, 2019
I called her “Aunt Nancy” for the same reason I call two of the blog’s readers Aunt Kathy and Aunt Ruth. They’re like aunts to everyone. At least, that’s the way I see it, and I use it as a term of endearment. We’re not actually related, and nobody has complained.
One More Home Visit
Unfortunately, Aunt Nancy lost the fight on Friday, June 18th, in the evening. I went to visit her about a week before, and, let’s just say she didn’t look like this picture. The strong, vibrant woman was now someone who was “all beat up” from fighting. Her daughter and grandson were around, as well as her longtime friend from New Jersey. I didn’t know what to do, so her daughter said, “just talk to her.” That’s what I did, knowing it would likely be the last chance I had.
I gave Aunt Nancy updates about me and BF, how we were doing, and about some of our activities. I sent her an email in January about one benefit we had but didn’t get a response. That’s OK–some people read them and don’t respond. But for Aunt Nancy, she gets a pass. Mostly, I wanted her to know what we’ve been up to, and that we’re doing OK. I didn’t want her to worry about us.
PB is carrying on, as he has a business to run and bills to pay. But we all miss her already.
More Website Issues
So, if you’ve come to the website a few times, you may have found that ridiculous spam redirect–again. Banana Rat and I have removed more of these nasty plugins, and we think we got it this time. Feel free to notify me if it returns and you get it.
On June 15th, I received an email from JetPack (one of my security add-ins) that stated:
Our security systems identified unusual behavior on your account. This usually happens when the password used for your WordPress.com account is also used on another service that had a data breach, or the password is weak, insecure, or easily guessable. Because the account behavior indicated that someone else might have access to your account, we reset the password and revoked any app tokens associated with the account.
Great! So I didn’t go back to the website until today. But since I had already changed the password, it was fine. Frequently, solving tech problems on the blog takes a LOT of time. Banana Rat is skilled in these things and has taken care of several on my behalf. Please give him your thanks. We think it’s OK now, and we hope so. That was highly annoying.
Iced Coffee, Anyone?
Well, now that it’s officially summer in the US, it’s iced coffee “season.” I get that iced coffee is an acquired taste–I didn’t actually like it until about 2008 when I got a coupon in my morning Houston Chronicle for a free one. I started actively drinking it in 2011, when we had a hot summer with drought in Houston, and later learned to make it at home. A couple of years ago, it got easier when I bought Kitchenaid’s cold brew iced coffee maker.
Nick Usborne of Coffee Detective has again published a blog on making iced coffee at home, with some updated equipment. The blog includes links to some other recipes, plus a review of the Hario Mizudashi Cold Brew Coffee Pot and the Asobu cold-brew coffee maker. As I said the last time, there are many ways to make iced coffee, I just chose the one from Kitchenaid.
Coffee On The Way Home
So, as I mentioned in the post on Katie’s of Mid-City, I am frequently in need of a coffee for the 90-minute ride home from New Orleans. I usually stop at either Starbucks, Dunkin’ Donuts, or PJ’s Coffee. All three are along the stretch of Veterans Memorial Boulevard, which is Metairie’s “main drag.” Whole Foods, Trader Joe’s, and very large Rouse’s are also on Veterans in different places. After shopping, I get my coffee, and head back to the I-10, or occasionally, north on the Lake Ponchartrain Causeway, for the 90-minute drive.
There are two PJ’s on either side of Veterans, and, to my knowledge, two Starbucks. Dunkin sits next door to one of the Starbucks, and I like Dunkin’s iced coffees. But then, the ‘rona struck. We haven’t had any in-town meetings in 18 months. The only trip to New Orleans was for last year’s socially-distanced wedding at Southern Oaks.
Why Starbucks? Two reasons: one, until recently, I saved up my “stars” in the Starbucks Rewards program just to get a “free thing” for the trip home. Two: Since Starbucks in Louisiana doesn’t have as many stores as Starbucks in Houston, there are no salads. That means I’m having either their Egg Bites or some form of a coffee on the way out. I’ve exhausted my “stars,” because I haven’t been collecting them like I used to, and the last 50 were about to expire. The Hammond store has been fully opened since April, but I just don’t drop in as often.
Angelo Brocato’s
So one day, The E-Man says to me, “forget Starbucks–you should get coffee at a local place.” Got anyplace in mind, Dude? “Angelo Brocato’s.”
Now, I grew up in the New Orleans area, but there are many places that I was never familiar with. This is one of them. I’ve seen the name here and there, but not in a long time.
So we park a couple of blocks away, as you do in Mid-City, and walked here:
An old New Orleans kind of place.
A most friendly, welcoming place
It’s a lovely place where you can have a coffee, as we did, as well as all manner of delicious Italian pastries, cookies, gelatos, and more.
The mezzanine inside the cafe. Isn’t it lovely?
My first question: “Are we fancy enough for this place?” I guess we were, they served us.
Gelato
If you’re not familiar with the term, “gelato“ is the richer and more Italian form of ice cream. There are many brands available around the US, and Giada de Laurentiis has a recipe for it here.
Angelo Brocato’s serves it in the cafe as well as sells it in different retail locations. For me, they’re all an hour’s drive, but that’s OK.
In-store, you have a choice of them:
A lot of delicious!
I’m sure I had that chocolate at the top right. The E-Man had a slice of this delicious spumoni.
Spumoni! (Sorry about the foggy)
They can pack up a quart of their gelato in the store for you to take home. They also sell the gelato and other treats at many local retailers.
Cookies And Bakery Goods
Because this visit was in July, there was no way I could get a pint of ice cream back to the Casa de Rurale intact without an ice chest and a pound of dry ice. Not knowing where to procure such a thing, I chose to bring BF a little white paper bag of tasty cookie treats.
Delicious treats that make the trip home
But wait! There’s more!
Such lovely things
You can buy these one at a time:
I have a weakness for these, but was good that day.
I brought home to BF a small selection of the things I knew would survive the trip, including a couple of these little amaretti cookies. He ate them happily, one at a time.
Visit With The E-Man
I asked for some cappuccino, which the nice lady expertly made for me:
Absolutely delicious
The E-Man preferred to stick with coffee:
He bought some of their bagged “day-old” baked goods (biscotti, I think) and we talked with some nice folks while we were there. Then it was time for me to head home to the Casa de Rurale.
Naturally, I let BF know what we were doing. He knew I was bringing back some tasty things for him. Because I always do.
The Pandemic Takeout Window
Angelo Brocato’s is a very busy place most days, and on Friday and Saturday nights, there’s a line outside. Just about every week, I’m told.
But a pandemic couldn’t keep them down. They’ve been around for over 100 years! Hurricane Katrina took them out for about a year, and they came back strong.
When the world closed up last year, Angelo Brocato’s decided to do what most restaurants did–open for takeout, including an exclusive take-out window.
The very modern pandemic solution for an old-world business (Source: The Times-Picayune)
I’m guessing those lines are back on Friday and Saturday nights now that the state has re-opened.
A Great Place To Visit
I’ve said this before: if you’re visiting New Orleans, skip Starbucks and find someplace local. Angelo Brocato’s fits that bill, even if it’s just for a morning coffee. It’s a delicious and elegant “old world” cafe that will make you glad you did. You can also order online for shipment anywhere in the continental US.
They’re located at 214 N. Carrollton Avenue in New Orleans’ Mid-City area. They are closed on Mondays like many New Orleans businesses. It’s a thing there. They’re open 10 am to 10 pm, Tuesday through Saturday, and 10 am to 9 pm on Sunday.
Happy Dining!
Keto? Southern Cooking? The two don’t normally go together. But if you’re The Texas Granola Girl, they certainly do. I’ll tell you all about it.
Hi, Again Dear Readers:
It’s been a busy week again, and I thought a cookbook review was a good idea, especially for those who are doing keto. And if you’re in Texas, you’ll enjoy this one.
In response to my last post on the delicious Tex-Mex cauliflower rice dish that BF didn’t like, I received two responses. The first, from Aunt Ruth, who was quite complimentary. She might even try it one day. However, the second email came from the GER, who proclaimed, “BARFO! YUCK OH!” I used to cook for the GER. Like BF, if I didn’t tell him it was cauliflower, the reaction would have likely been different.
Incidentally, if you ever come to visit and see this on the kitchen counter:
Don’t panic.
Understand that it’s not part of any recipe. It’s just sitting there. That’s where we leave it when we get home from pet food supply runs at Tractor Supply. Honest.
Lots to tell, so let’s get started.
Alvin Calhoun’s Funeral
As I mentioned in the last blog, Baton Rouge barbecue master Alvin Calhoun passed away. The funeral was Friday the 14th at Winfield Funeral Home on Plank Street in Baton Rouge.
I was already planning to run some errands in Baton Rouge that Friday. BF was off work, and so the stars were in alignment for us to go.
BF and I went to pay our respects and see him one more time during the visitation period but didn’t stay for the service. We met with his son Davin and his wife Kim, nice people just like Alvin. I downloaded the picture of him onto my phone and sent it to her, along with the blog so they could read it. Davin will be continuing the business they started, and BF will be bringing some motor parts to them soon.
We went to the front of the chapel to see Alvin for just a minute. He was well-liked, of course, and there were lots of people there.
Alvin was dressed in a tasteful suit, and he looked good. In fact, he looked just like we remember him. Of course, we won’t forget him, either.
Friday’s Errands
After the funeral, we proceeded with our errands. It was going to be one, but since we were in the Capital City anyway, it ended up being a “day trip.”
My five-year-old vacuum cleaner needs a new electrical cord, and I made multiple phone calls to try and get it done. Finally, I found someone who would work on it for me without semantics. No kidding–one guy I talked to whined because I told him I had a higher-end Bissell. I found someone else. Once I figured out where I was headed, Friday was the day.
We did make it to Trader Joe’s, and we had to wear masks to go in. They were nice about it, as they always are. They’ve just dropped that requirement this week, though, nationwide. I saw lots of lovely new things, and they even had little cups of ready-to-eat “overnight oatmeal.” More on that later in this blog.
BF has finally set foot in Cost Plus World Market, where I buy his favorite British cookies, Jammie Dodgers. He had no idea what they were until I brought some home one day. They’re a favorite now, right behind Oreos.
And for the next time I make pesto, I found this lifesaver with a slightly curved end:
Where has this BEEN all my life?
I mean, REALLY–the blades in my blender have left cuts in my other spatulas, but now I don’t have to ruin any more of them. It’s about the same length as my others:
Can’t wait to use this!
It wasn’t expensive. Kitchenaid has a similar model, but I didn’t know that either. Next door is Joann’s, where I got some buttons for two projects and two on-sale patterns.
I also replaced my years-old coffee grinder that blew up the other night.
Similar to the previous model
Wish I’d bought this a long time ago–it’s much quieter than the older one and doesn’t scare the cat. Bed, Bath & Beyond has some very high-end expensive models, and. . .I went to Target for this $20 model.
During a quick FaceTime call to BF, while I was out shopping recently, he told his manager at work that “there’s a whole other world that Amy’s in that I’m not familiar with.” (She waved at me, too.) Now he’s been introduced to a couple of those places. After a stop at a local outdoorsman place, the feeling is mutual. But I did pass on those locally-made dog treats they had made with nutria meat. Nutria is a large rodent creature that is an invasive species mistakenly introduced into the US, and thrives in coastal states like Louisiana. I don’t think even our dogs would touch those treats. Ever.
New Sprouts Market In Baton Rouge
We were headed home and what did I see? A new Sprouts Market! I had no idea!
I never made it to the Sprouts that, um, sprouted, in Houston before I left. Longtime friend of the blog LK visited the one near Pearland on Old Chocolate Bayou Road when they first opened. I meant to go, but I never made it. Or maybe I was afraid to because of all the great stuff they have and I didn’t have money for all that. Oh, well. There are now 49 Sprouts Markets throughout Texas, and Louisiana just got one.
I’ll be stopping in next trip and giving a full report, finally.
Low Caffeine Movement?
It seems that drinking high-octane coffee during the pandemic has led to something unintended–caffeine overload. Now one company wants to help with that.
New startup Buzz Lite recognizes that coffee lovers don’t like caffeine overdoses and offers an alternative. It looks like the millennials are leading the way, but lower-dose caffeine can benefit those with high blood pressure and other caffeine-induced issues.
Yeah, OK, I’ll just go ahead and admit that I can get downright grouchy if I OD on caffeine. BF just ducks and sneaks out the back door to get to the garage.
What’s Amy been drinking with her decaf since she got here? Community Coffee’s Half-Caff Ground Coffee. Add about a half tablespoon or so into the decaf and it’s just fine. No burning my stomach or anything, and I get enough “boost.” It’s when I add full-strength coffee or have a cup of very strong tea that I start reaching for the Tums.
Half-caff has been around for a while, and it just takes knowing how much you can tolerate without bad side effects. I’m glad I’m not the only one, though.
Buzz Lite Coffee is currently only available online, but may eventually be as widely available as other brands of coffee.
The Texas Granola Girl
What happens when a Texas ranch girl goes keto and starts a blog? You get The Southern Keto Cookbook.
The cookbook has been available since last year and is one of those wonderful titles I received from my year-long Callisto benefit. I’ve made a few recipes from this book, and I always want to make something else and get BF to eat it. He just told family members his philosophy of my cooking over the weekend: “Stay ALERT! Stay ALIVE.” Not all of it is bad, though.
Emilie Bailey is a rancher’s wife in a city north of Dallas. She cooks and works on the ranch with her husband and two daughters. She’s a seventh-generation Texan and is also a former restauranteur. After a health diagnosis of inflammation for both her and one daughter, she began creating keto recipes that are just as enjoyable as their non-keto counterparts.
Here are a few that I’ve made since receiving this book.
Keto Green Chile Cauliflower Rice Bake
Well, on page 64-65, is a recipe I think I tried first, and even BF liked it (mostly because of the Monterey Jack Cheese.) Tasty, cheesy, and a nice touch with the can of green chiles.
Adapted from Emilie’s mother’s rice dish, it’s a creamy, delicious side dish that’s easy to make and good anytime. I haven’t made it since last year, so I need to make it again.
NOTE: you must cook the cauliflower rice prior to making this dish. I speak from experience. That’s why there’s a bit of yellow highlighter and a note to make sure I don’t forget.
Keto Turnips? NO
Ok, I hate to rain on this parade, but turnips and I do not get along.
Emilie has six recipes for turnips, including one I tried on pages 66-67 for Cheesy “Hash-Brown” Casserole. Turnips are used here as a substitute for potatoes. One of our neighbors grew turnips in his garden last year and brought over a bunch. Well, this was the first recipe I tried.
Never again.
Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t a bad recipe at all. And I know there are people who just love turnips. Not me. BF wouldn’t try it, so I ate it all week. Well, until it made me horribly sick.
As I mentioned in the post on cauliflower rice, I’ve made mac & cheese with cauliflower many times. I need to make that again sometime. But the turnips nauseated me!
Maybe it’s because I ate it every day for a few days. I’ve never eaten turnips that much or that often. Much as I like this book, I have to pass on those six recipes. If you like turnips, you’ve got six recipes to enjoy with them.
Granny’s Blackberry Cobbler, Keto Version
Now here’s one sweet treat we can all get into.
Dessert is always essential, and Emilie doesn’t disappoint here, either. Allow me to show you a dessert that I like because it’s tasty and keto, and BF likes it because it’s sweet and tasty.
We have blackberries growing all around the property. When they start to ripen, I pick and pick and pick until the cycle is over. Right now on the other side of the garage, there is a mass of the little berries I’m anxious to see ripen so I can pick them all. One reason is I want them is for a cup for this delicious blackberry cobbler on page 176. If I pick enough I can freeze them and make this anytime.
Note that the pit bull loves these little berries, and will eat them off the vine if I show them where they are.
The Keto Dessert Time
There is a quart-sized bag of frozen berries from last year that I forgot to use up, so I decided to make one this week. I let the berries thaw for a few hours prior to baking. They were juicy, and they worked just fine.
The Setup
Of course, I forgot one essential ingredient:
This is essential, of course.
Emilie, like many keto authors, uses a blend of this and monk fruit, but I don’t have any right now. So because I didn’t think it was sweet enough, I added a bit of my secret weapon “booster.”
Liquid Stevia
One of the biggest differences this time is that I decided to use almond MEAL instead of almond FLOUR, as I normally do. This may be why it didn’t bake in the recommended time, and I had to put it back for another 20 minutes. But it came out just fine.
Making Cobbler
There are a few steps, but it’s not difficult. First, mix the dry ingredients and whisk them together:
Just like this
Then start adding in the wet ingredients:
I did this out of sequence but it came out fine. Next up: a stick of melted butter:
And three eggs, whisked and beaten well:
Right in.
Almond milk instead of regular dairy? Yes.
Finishing
Don’t forget the cooking spray!
Now add the very thick batter into the baking pan:
I had to do this, it was that thick.
Now add the blackberries–sprinkle them over the top:
One cup, but I wish I’d added a little more
Next, you press the blackberries into the batter a little, so that they’re still visible but “stuck” in the batter.
Like this.
Mix up a tablespoon of the sweetener (no stevia here) and a quarter-teaspoon of ground cinnamon, and sprinkle that over the top.
It makes a nice sweet and crunchy topping
And Bake!
At 350F degrees for 25 to 30 minutes, until it’s baked, “or until the top is golden brown.”
Ta-dah!
You must let this cool for a good 30 minutes before cutting into 9 squares and serving.
It is as good as it looks.
Emilie also suggests serving with fresh whipped cream, but we didn’t do that.
I did, however, let our dinner guest TT know that while he was welcome to try some, it’s keto, gluten-free, and not what he might be expecting based on the Instant Pot chocolate cake. He said that he was full, and left shortly thereafter. The Boy had also come by to work on a motor, stayed for dinner, and was going to try some but ended up forgetting.
BF didn’t. I might make another one next week.
Oh, and if it’s cold from the fridge, warm it in the microwave. You’re welcome.
Two Things
This cobbler look longer to bake than I remember from last year’s, but there are two factors that likely affected it:
- First, I used a pan that was 8″ by 8″, not the 9″ x 9″ suggested in the recipe. That’s what I have on hand.
- Second, I used almond meal instead of fine almond flour made from skinned almonds. It makes a heavier and denser batter, I think, and that probably was the main reason for the longer time required.
It was still good.
Followup: The Overnight Oats Post
Last week I served BF dinner and said, “I wouldn’t feed you anything bad.” He responded, “what about quinoa? And the Awful Falafel?”
Remember my post on overnight oatmeal about five years ago? I wrote this when I was living in Houston, and told BF about it on one of our nightly calls. I suggested that he try overnight oatmeal for himself. It would be perfect for a single guy living alone. Breakfast–done! Well, that’s what one thinks.
Five months after I moved here, the weather warmed up in February, and I decided to make it one night. The next morning, I went where BF was snoozing with the cat, and I asked, “Honey, would you like to try some overnight oatmeal?” Rolling over and half awake, he says, “hmmm, sure.” I gave him a bite and got a reaction I wasn’t expecting. He was then wide awake when he said:
“AAAAAHHHH!!! That’s disgusting! It tastes like cat vomit! AAAAAHHHH!!!!”
Yeah, OK, I guess you didn’t like it. Thanks for the unvarnished opinion, as always. Believe me when I tell you that I still giggle when I think about this pivotal day in our relationship history.
To Anyone Who Will Listen
BF likes to tell HIS side of the story frequently, most often to coworkers. It was at that point that he began telling AK and then everyone, “she’s tryin’ ta kill me!” I’ve been offered my own opportunity to tell the story from my side on a few occasions. However, the conflict comes down to one factor: BF never read the original blog post.
So last week, I looked it up and read it to him. Finally, he understands that overnight oatmeal is served cold and that I like it with chocolate, peanut butter, agave syrup, and a few other things. You can make it with a wide variety of ingredients, customized to your own tastes. BF is so used to the packaged “instant” stuff that he doesn’t know how to make it for himself. Why would he, when there is such a thing as “instant microwave oatmeal?” Never mind that it has 6,000 grams of sugar and a host of other chemicals that you might not want to eat.
Well, we keep soldiering on, as two imperfect people who don’t give up on each other.
Until Next Time
Whether or not you’re doing keto, I highly recommend The Southern Keto Cookbook by Emilie Bailey. The food is good, pretty easy to make, and enjoyable whether or not you’re from the South. I want to make so many more, like the Roasted Poblano Cauliflower “Mac” & Cheese on page 78 and the Texas Taco Hash on page 168. But there is. . .well, never mind. It looks tasty, for me, anyway.
Turnip lovers may like this book for the six recipes alone, but the entire book has plenty of great recipes we’ll be enjoying for a long time. And it’s all healthy, keto-friendly, and uses ingredients that are generally easy to find, even in this part of Louisiana.
Emilie’s newest blog post was just posted today. What’s she cooking up? Keto Rice Pudding, with, no kidding, cauliflower rice. You’ll have to read it to believe it, and I need to find whatever allulose sweetener is, order it, or make it with what I have here. Dairy-free, her newest dessert uses full-fat coconut milk and almond milk. It’s just so crazy I have to try it, and BF can have his Jammie Dodgers.
Happy Dining, Y’all!
