Butte La Rose

Bonjour!
God willing we’ll see you all at the polls Saturday.
Last spring the Albert’s from Parks delivered to me their first okra picking. Last Sunday they delivered to me their last one. Bien merci vous autre.
I now have all the granite pots I need. Enough and different size’s to last me the rest of my life and beyond. I wanted a white five quart, Catin’s ordered it for me. Bought some here and there, a couple in Opelousas. Those and the iron pots were what were used before the aluminum, stainless steel, and your more popular non-stick came to light. Of course no doubt, iron pots are the safest for cooking meat. I can’t give the history of the granite pots. Only that they were in use way back even before my time. Probably before all these unheard of since that time illnesses came along. So now instead of oatmeal in the crock pot, voila le granite! Plus I will have to learn cooking with granite.
Time to pull out the electric blankets. Mother Nature will be coming at us soon with her wrath and fury of cold. Weather ain’t what it used to be. I don’t remember farmers begging for rain during summer months because of droughts. No weather kept us from picking cotton and pepper or harvesting the corn crops. I do remember looking out the kitchen window facing east watching papa in the fields in the winters of ice and cold during grinding season working with horses and wagon more often than not in rain and mud. And remembering unending cloudy days. And come the middle of February, like clockwork the winter almost ended. Notice the hurricanes that used to come at us from Africa? Now they come west and half way here they turn going north east. I am not complaining on that. Just saying.
There are cock roaches in them there woods. And in my van. I am serious about them in my van. I leave small openings in my windows but they crawl in. Ever hear the song walking through my mind? Well they walk across my dash at night while I drive. Not during the day because I’d smash ’em. But at night when I’m driving sometimes they will walk across. None have gotten on me yet. They are creepy little boogers with scratching little paws. I’d hate to have to abandon my van in the middle of the night. That would be funny. Don’t know how to get rid of them. Don’t want to spray poison because then I’d never get the odor or poison out. Can you imaging me scrambling down the highway one night?
Got a new member joined our Lafayette Monday night bluegrass jam. Nick Babineaux is 25 years old, lives in Lafayette. He plays drums and bass guitar with bands from around here. He said a couple of months ago he put his hands on a mandolin, learned it right away and has been playing it ever since. He enjoyed playing with us. We are happy to have him on board.
He told us his grandpa was from Jennings and played fiddle for Blackie Forrestier many years ago and for many years. Also guitar picker Elvis Latiolais joined. Said he lives here but plays on the east coast sometimes. Some guitar player he is.
Also visiting is T.J. Nelson and he joined up. What better than music to get out of a rut. T.J. recently released a CD that he recorded in Kitty Well’s son’s studio in Nashville. Very interesting.
I grew up, belly filled of white beans and rice, after school working in the field and bluegrass and hillbilly music on the radio at nights.
Amètie à tout.

Cousine Hélène
337-280-1988.
helenboudreaux@juno.com