httThe mansion that supposedly inspired the novel The Great Gatsby was recently demolished to make room for new development.
Mansion slideshow.
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Thursday, April 21, 2011
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Marilyn's Jalapeno Cornbread - a weekend recipe
Cornbread is a staple for every good southern cook. When it comes to making cornbread, few can compete with my own wife, and wonderful southern cook, Marilyn. Here is her cornbread recipe using jalapenos, her daughter Shannon’s favorite.
Ingredients
• 2 ½ c cornmeal
• 1 c flour
• 2 Tbsp. sugar
• 1 Tbsp. salt
• 4 tsp. baking powder
• 3 eggs, lightly beaten
• 1 ½ c milk
• ½ c cooking oil
• 16 oz. can cream corn
• 2 jalapeno chili peppers, chopped and seeded
• 2 c sharp cheddar cheese, grated
• 1 onion, large, grated
Directions
Combine first five ingredients in a bowl. In another bowl, mix milk, eggs and cooking oil, and then combine with cornmeal mixture. Stir in remaining ingredients, and then pour into two well greased baking pans. Bake at 425° for 25 minutes, or until done.
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Ingredients
• 2 ½ c cornmeal
• 1 c flour
• 2 Tbsp. sugar
• 1 Tbsp. salt
• 4 tsp. baking powder
• 3 eggs, lightly beaten
• 1 ½ c milk
• ½ c cooking oil
• 16 oz. can cream corn
• 2 jalapeno chili peppers, chopped and seeded
• 2 c sharp cheddar cheese, grated
• 1 onion, large, grated
Directions
Combine first five ingredients in a bowl. In another bowl, mix milk, eggs and cooking oil, and then combine with cornmeal mixture. Stir in remaining ingredients, and then pour into two well greased baking pans. Bake at 425° for 25 minutes, or until done.
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Saturday, April 9, 2011
Big Billy's Texas Pintos withTomatillo Salsa Verde - a weekend recipe
Big Billy loved his beans. Once when he was staying with me and Anne, he cooked up pinto beans, complete with his special tomatillo salsa Verde. He also whipped up a pan of cornbread using ingredients he found in our pantry. To say the meal was wonderful is an understatement. It was sublime!
Ingredients
• 1 lb dry pinto beans
• 29 oz chicken broth
• 1 onion, large, chopped
• 1 jalapeno pepper, chopped
• 3 cloves garlic, minced
• ½ c tomatillo salsa Verde
• 1 tsp cumin
• ½ tsp black pepper, ground
• 1 c water
Directions
Soak beans overnight in a large pot with ample cold water. Drain and place the pinto beans in a crock pot. Pour in the chicken broth and water. Stir in onion, jalapeno, garlic, tomatillo salsa Verde, cumin, and black pepper. Cook for 8 hours.
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Ingredients
• 1 lb dry pinto beans
• 29 oz chicken broth
• 1 onion, large, chopped
• 1 jalapeno pepper, chopped
• 3 cloves garlic, minced
• ½ c tomatillo salsa Verde
• 1 tsp cumin
• ½ tsp black pepper, ground
• 1 c water
Directions
Soak beans overnight in a large pot with ample cold water. Drain and place the pinto beans in a crock pot. Pour in the chicken broth and water. Stir in onion, jalapeno, garlic, tomatillo salsa Verde, cumin, and black pepper. Cook for 8 hours.
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Saturday, April 2, 2011
Big Billy’s Tomatillo Salsa Verde - a weekend recipe
Big Billy’s green sauce was to die for, and goes well with many dishes. Here is his special recipe with tomatillos.
Ingredients
• 1 lb tomatillos, husked
• ½ c onion, finely chopped
• 1 tsp garlic, minced
• 2 Poblano peppers, minced
• 2 Tbsp cilantro, chopped
• 1 Tbsp oregano, chopped, fresh
• ½ tsp cumin, ground
• 1 ½ tsp salt, or to taste
• 1 Lime, juiced
Directions
Place all ingredients in a blender. Puree until smooth. Bring to a boil over high heat, then reduce heat to medium-low, and simmer about 15 minutes.
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Ingredients
• 1 lb tomatillos, husked
• ½ c onion, finely chopped
• 1 tsp garlic, minced
• 2 Poblano peppers, minced
• 2 Tbsp cilantro, chopped
• 1 Tbsp oregano, chopped, fresh
• ½ tsp cumin, ground
• 1 ½ tsp salt, or to taste
• 1 Lime, juiced
Directions
Place all ingredients in a blender. Puree until smooth. Bring to a boil over high heat, then reduce heat to medium-low, and simmer about 15 minutes.
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Monday, March 28, 2011
Grunt
I was at the barber’s the other day. The barber shop, located in a strip shopping center near my office, is part of a national chain. The barbers don’t seem to stay around long. They always do a credible job, although I’ve only had the same hair cutter on one or two occasions. This time, my hair cutter was an older man of Vietnamese heritage.
After inquiring how I wanted my hair cut, he asked if I had been in the armed services. I told him that I had.
“Navy or Air Force?”
“No, I was in the Army.”
He asked if I served in Vietnam and smiled when I told him I had.
“What did you do there?”
Tiny hairs on back of my neck abruptly rose at his question. The last time I was in a barber’s chair with a Vietnamese barber was on the Army base in Bien Hoa, South Vietnam. Even though I knew the man was friendly, I had a difficult time not reacting when he shaved me with a straight razor. After all, the Vietnamese were our enemy, and I couldn’t help but fret that the man so close to my jugular vein with a straight razor might be a barber by day and Viet Cong by night.
“Infantry,” I answered.
“Oh, what weapon did you carry?”
“M60 machinegun,” I said.
“Then you weren’t an officer.”
“No, a private.”
"When were you there?” he asked.
I had to think a minute before answering, “Parts of 1970 and 1971.”
“I was an officer from 1971 to 1975,” he said, still not offering if it was for the North or the South. “Where were you in Vietnam?”
“We operated in triple canopy jungle off of Firebase Betty, not far from the Cambodian border. At least during the six months or so I spent as a grunt patrolling the Jolly Trail System. Later, I got a job as a company clerk on Firebase Buttons, near Song Be. Did you lose friends or family in the war?”
“My family survived. I lost a few close friends. I was drafted into the Army after two years of college. Following the war, I was imprisoned for three years. When I got out, I escaped the country on a boat. The journey took fourteen days and there were many of us on board.”
“I’m glad you made it,” I said. “Sounds like you should write a book.”
“A book, yes,” he said, smiling, his accent making his words hard to understand. “America lost many men—58,000.”
“Vietnam lost 1,500,000 people,” I said.
“Yes, from both the North and South.”
The half-grin on his face looked contrived, almost as if he were trying to keep from crying.
“No one even remembers the war anymore,” I added. “It was a senseless conflict. I didn’t believe in it, even then, and that’s why I refused to be an officer.”
“I hate war,” he said. “I worry about our involvement in Iraq and Afghanistan.”
After dusting loose hair off my shoulders, he led me to the cash register, nodding when I said, “Nice talking to you.”
As I walked out the door, I realized we’d never exchanged names.
I was shaking when I reached my car. More than forty years have passed since boarding a jet plane leaving Vietnam. I’d almost forgotten. Funny how old memories come flooding back when you least expect them.
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The story above really happened. Some of my Vietnam stories were fictionalized in my novel A Gathering of Diamonds. Tom Logan, a Vietnam vet suffering from PTSD, battles his demons as he participates in an epic adventure and the romance of his life, high in the Ouachita Mountains of Arkansas.
After inquiring how I wanted my hair cut, he asked if I had been in the armed services. I told him that I had.
“Navy or Air Force?”
“No, I was in the Army.”
He asked if I served in Vietnam and smiled when I told him I had.
“What did you do there?”
Tiny hairs on back of my neck abruptly rose at his question. The last time I was in a barber’s chair with a Vietnamese barber was on the Army base in Bien Hoa, South Vietnam. Even though I knew the man was friendly, I had a difficult time not reacting when he shaved me with a straight razor. After all, the Vietnamese were our enemy, and I couldn’t help but fret that the man so close to my jugular vein with a straight razor might be a barber by day and Viet Cong by night.
“Infantry,” I answered.
“Oh, what weapon did you carry?”
“M60 machinegun,” I said.
“Then you weren’t an officer.”
“No, a private.”
"When were you there?” he asked.
I had to think a minute before answering, “Parts of 1970 and 1971.”
“I was an officer from 1971 to 1975,” he said, still not offering if it was for the North or the South. “Where were you in Vietnam?”
“We operated in triple canopy jungle off of Firebase Betty, not far from the Cambodian border. At least during the six months or so I spent as a grunt patrolling the Jolly Trail System. Later, I got a job as a company clerk on Firebase Buttons, near Song Be. Did you lose friends or family in the war?”
“My family survived. I lost a few close friends. I was drafted into the Army after two years of college. Following the war, I was imprisoned for three years. When I got out, I escaped the country on a boat. The journey took fourteen days and there were many of us on board.”
“I’m glad you made it,” I said. “Sounds like you should write a book.”
“A book, yes,” he said, smiling, his accent making his words hard to understand. “America lost many men—58,000.”
“Vietnam lost 1,500,000 people,” I said.
“Yes, from both the North and South.”
The half-grin on his face looked contrived, almost as if he were trying to keep from crying.
“No one even remembers the war anymore,” I added. “It was a senseless conflict. I didn’t believe in it, even then, and that’s why I refused to be an officer.”
“I hate war,” he said. “I worry about our involvement in Iraq and Afghanistan.”
After dusting loose hair off my shoulders, he led me to the cash register, nodding when I said, “Nice talking to you.”
As I walked out the door, I realized we’d never exchanged names.
I was shaking when I reached my car. More than forty years have passed since boarding a jet plane leaving Vietnam. I’d almost forgotten. Funny how old memories come flooding back when you least expect them.
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The story above really happened. Some of my Vietnam stories were fictionalized in my novel A Gathering of Diamonds. Tom Logan, a Vietnam vet suffering from PTSD, battles his demons as he participates in an epic adventure and the romance of his life, high in the Ouachita Mountains of Arkansas.
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Ghost of a Chance Revisited - a trip to Caddo Lake
I grew up in the sleepy little northwest Louisiana town of Vivian, a few miles from Caddo Lake. Caddo, as many of you may know, is the largest natural lake in Texas. It also crosses the state line into Louisiana. The lake is, quite simply, one of the most mysterious spots on Earth. Giant cypress trees with bloated trunks and branches draped with Spanish moss, grow in dark water, and the place is alive with garfish, gators and colorful waterfowl. Caddo stretches for miles, through endless canebrakes and hidden pools, so large and winding that even the United States doesn't have an accurate map.
The first offshore oil well was drilled from a wooden platform in Caddo Lake. These tiny structures still dot the water, some converted to duck blinds, while slow moving pumping units occupy others, sipping oil from a subsurface anticline called the Sabine Uplift.
Caddo Indians once occupied the area. Legend has it the lake was formed by a monster earthquake. When the Tribe's powerful chief had a dream, he awoke his people up in the middle of the night, moving them to safety. Next morning, as the story goes, Caddo Lake had formed following the earthquake, possibly the New Madrid Earthquake, the most powerful ever felt in the United States - so powerful, the Mississippi River flowed backwards for two days. I don't know if the old Chief's prophesy was true, but it's a fact that the area is littered with shards of broken pottery, arrowheads and other artifacts.
Caddo Indian's aren't the only history makers at Caddo Lake. Potter's Point was the home of Robert Potter, a Texas hero, along with Sam Houston, and the primary influence for the historical novel Love is a Wild Assault (wonderful! Out of print. Grab a copy if you can find one). Nearby Uncertain, Texas is a great place to visit. The model for my fictional town Deception, Uncertain was an overnight stop for riverboats on their way up from New Orleans.
One of the riverboats that plied the waterways from New Orleans to Jefferson, Texas was the Mittie Stephens. It caught fire and sank one night, reportedly loaded with a fortune in gold to pay Confederate troops stationed in Jefferson. Neither the boat nor the gold has ever been found.
Buck McDivit, my cowboy gumshoe from Oklahoma, comes to east Texas to meet his only known relative. His Aunt Emma is murdered before he gets there. He soon learns he has inherited an island in Caddo Lake, along with a marina and fishing lodge. This is when his troubles begin.
Many things haven't changed in the Old South. Racism still abounds in Deception, led by racist judge Jefferson Travis, and his two skinhead reprobates Humpback and Deacon John. Buck also meets beautiful Lila Richardson and is instantly enamored. Oh, and he gets drunk and sees a ghost his first night in town.
Ghost of a Chance is now available for the first time in ebook form. It's available, complete with new cover and newly edited 71,000 words, at Amazon.com (Kindle version) and Smashwords.com (Nook, Sony Reader, Kindle, etc.) for the ridiculously low price of $1.29.
If you have an e-reader, please check out Ghost of a Chance. If you don't, loosen up and buy one. If you're an avid reader, you'll be glad you did.
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The first offshore oil well was drilled from a wooden platform in Caddo Lake. These tiny structures still dot the water, some converted to duck blinds, while slow moving pumping units occupy others, sipping oil from a subsurface anticline called the Sabine Uplift.
Caddo Indians once occupied the area. Legend has it the lake was formed by a monster earthquake. When the Tribe's powerful chief had a dream, he awoke his people up in the middle of the night, moving them to safety. Next morning, as the story goes, Caddo Lake had formed following the earthquake, possibly the New Madrid Earthquake, the most powerful ever felt in the United States - so powerful, the Mississippi River flowed backwards for two days. I don't know if the old Chief's prophesy was true, but it's a fact that the area is littered with shards of broken pottery, arrowheads and other artifacts.
Caddo Indian's aren't the only history makers at Caddo Lake. Potter's Point was the home of Robert Potter, a Texas hero, along with Sam Houston, and the primary influence for the historical novel Love is a Wild Assault (wonderful! Out of print. Grab a copy if you can find one). Nearby Uncertain, Texas is a great place to visit. The model for my fictional town Deception, Uncertain was an overnight stop for riverboats on their way up from New Orleans.
One of the riverboats that plied the waterways from New Orleans to Jefferson, Texas was the Mittie Stephens. It caught fire and sank one night, reportedly loaded with a fortune in gold to pay Confederate troops stationed in Jefferson. Neither the boat nor the gold has ever been found.
Buck McDivit, my cowboy gumshoe from Oklahoma, comes to east Texas to meet his only known relative. His Aunt Emma is murdered before he gets there. He soon learns he has inherited an island in Caddo Lake, along with a marina and fishing lodge. This is when his troubles begin.
Many things haven't changed in the Old South. Racism still abounds in Deception, led by racist judge Jefferson Travis, and his two skinhead reprobates Humpback and Deacon John. Buck also meets beautiful Lila Richardson and is instantly enamored. Oh, and he gets drunk and sees a ghost his first night in town.
Ghost of a Chance is now available for the first time in ebook form. It's available, complete with new cover and newly edited 71,000 words, at Amazon.com (Kindle version) and Smashwords.com (Nook, Sony Reader, Kindle, etc.) for the ridiculously low price of $1.29.
If you have an e-reader, please check out Ghost of a Chance. If you don't, loosen up and buy one. If you're an avid reader, you'll be glad you did.
Eric'sWeb
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Mama Mulate's Creole Zucchini Casserole - a weekend recipe
Mama Mulate is a character in my French Quarter murder mystery Big Easy. When she’s not mixing voodoo potions, or teaching English at Tulane University, she’s likely in her kitchen, whipping up a meal fit for a Mardi Gras king. She has a garden behind her house near the river in New Orleans, where she grows her own herbs and vegetables. Check out her recipe for Creole zucchini.
Ingredients
• 2 zucchini squashes, ¼ inch slices
• 1 onion, chopped
• 2 cloves garlic
• 3 tomatoes, chopped
• 1 green bell pepper, seeded and chopped
• 3 Tbsp butter
• 2 Tbsps flour
• 1 Tbsp brown sugar
• ¼ tsp oregano
• ¼ tsp basil
• 1 bay leaf
• ¼ tsp salt
• ½ cup Parmesan cheese, freshly grated
• ½ cup bread crumbs
Directions
Cook zucchini (about 5 minutes) until tender, but firm. Drain and arrange in greased 2 quart casserole dish. Melt butter over medium heat in medium saucepan, and add flour. Stir until smooth and bubbly.
Add tomatoes, onion, and cloves of garlic, green bell pepper, brown sugar, salt, bay leaf, oregano and basil. Cook for 5 or 6 minutes. Remove bay leaf and cloves of garlic. Pour mixture over zucchini. Top with bread crumbs and cheese. Bake, uncovered, at 350° for 30 minutes.
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Ingredients
• 2 zucchini squashes, ¼ inch slices
• 1 onion, chopped
• 2 cloves garlic
• 3 tomatoes, chopped
• 1 green bell pepper, seeded and chopped
• 3 Tbsp butter
• 2 Tbsps flour
• 1 Tbsp brown sugar
• ¼ tsp oregano
• ¼ tsp basil
• 1 bay leaf
• ¼ tsp salt
• ½ cup Parmesan cheese, freshly grated
• ½ cup bread crumbs
Directions
Cook zucchini (about 5 minutes) until tender, but firm. Drain and arrange in greased 2 quart casserole dish. Melt butter over medium heat in medium saucepan, and add flour. Stir until smooth and bubbly.
Add tomatoes, onion, and cloves of garlic, green bell pepper, brown sugar, salt, bay leaf, oregano and basil. Cook for 5 or 6 minutes. Remove bay leaf and cloves of garlic. Pour mixture over zucchini. Top with bread crumbs and cheese. Bake, uncovered, at 350° for 30 minutes.
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