You might remember my excitement about the garden I planted in September. I was ecstatic and even more so when the garden thrived. I couldn’t even believe I hadn’t killed anything, and I was so, so excited about it.
And then the unforeseen happened.
A biblical invasion of fire ants turned my garden bed into a prolific ant farm.
I was beside myself, and my desperate attempts to eradicate the ants resulted in killing my hard-earned crops. I did salvage a few green onions, but still, it wasn’t the same.
I’ll try again in the spring, but it was quite a lesson (at the risk of sounding cliche) in the challenge of cultivating our own food. I’ve always been a supporter of the local, organic food movement, and if I was this upset over a few carrot tops, I can’t imagine the devastation real farmers face when an entire season – and their livelihood – is lost in an instant.
You know your city has reached the pinnacle of urbanization when a Dunkin’ Donuts rolls into town. After all, this is what America runs on.
I’m not much of a coffee drinker, but I will go out on a limb here and say that the DD Hazlenut coffee (iced or hot) can’t be beat.
But really, my main interest in Bossier City’s newest vendor has to do with the munchkins.
I only like the chocolate ones and we are slightly embarrassed to admit that this box of 25 didn’t last a full 24 hours in our house.
Nearly two and a half months have flown by since the last post, and I can honestly say that this is literally the first moment I’ve had to even think about blogging.
We’ve become hermits, deeply entrenched in work and wedding plans, but here is a brief snapshot into the small highlights of life in Shreveport from the past two months.
1. Getting to work before dawn sometimes means a lot of grumbling (and dark eye circles that have inspired Halloween masks) , but it also means I get to see stunning sunrises everyday.
2. I have become obsessed with the slow cooker we received as a wedding present. It is the reason we haven’t become fixtures at the Chick-Fil-A takeout window. Below: Butternut Squash Risotto.
3. I discovered an organic delivery service in Shreveport. After a year of incessant squawking about a lack of Whole Foods, this has been such a treat. Thank you, Off the Vine.
4. On a recent date night we went to Shreveport’s latest retail addition, Cavender’s. I put up a lot of resistance, but I was eventually coerced into getting a pair of authentic cowgirl boots. How do we feel about boots and wedding dresses?
One more week!
The Shreveport Farmer’s Market is back for the summer season and is open on Tuesday afternoons and Saturday mornings.
I stopped by yesterday and couldn’t resist purchasing some peaches. There is nothing better than a summer peach in the South.
There used to be a place in Point Pleasant, New Jersey called Southern House. I am not lying when I say that they had the best barbecue ribs ever. This says a lot because I don’t even really like ribs. Or barbecue for that matter.
We would always get a bucket on our way down to my grandfather’s house in Mantoloking. While most people associate the smell of family gatherings with Christmas cookies or Thanksgiving stuffing, I always associate the smell of baby back ribs with special family occasions.
Sadly, Southern House burned down in 2003 and I can’t even recall if I’ve eaten ribs since.
Fast forward nine years later and we have found ribs that rival those of Southern House. I’m actually going to officially state that last night’s dinner was my best meal since moving to the South.
Thank you, Silver Star Smokehouse.
This is the type of place where you can smell the BBQ pit before you even get out of your car.
The Cowboy Ten Commandments hanging by the hostess stand.
I blinked from the flash but I think this better depicts how delicious the ribs tasted. Pure bliss.
My hands were covered in sticky BBQ sauce.
I’m not sure why the last two photos have black spots all over them, but I think it adds authenticity to the gritty feel of a good Southern smokehouse.
Yesterday I turned 27 on the 27th. I think this means good luck despite the fact that I had a fleeting moment where I felt like an ancient relic.
We celebrated with a low-key celebration and of course, a slice of some southern chocolate pie from the very famous Strawn’s Eat Shop (in 2009 it was featured in Southern Living as one of the top diners in the South).
P.S. Strawn’s is famous for their Strawberry Pie but I am a firm believer that if a dessert is filled with fruit, then it is not a dessert.
While everyone back home celebrated the start of Memorial Day weekend by lounging on the beach, we embraced the balmy, 95° Saturday by attending Mudbug Madness, a street festival that is basically a 4-day crawfish boil. We were laughing reminiscing on the fact that a year ago I thought “mudbug” meant “roach.”
One of several vendors at the festival boiling large quantities of mudbugs.
Crawfish close up.
Leave it to me to attend a crawfish boil and seek out the standard chicken dish. Note that this is fried chicken, thus proving that after a year in the Deep South, even the healthiest of food snobs will adjust their eating habits.
(But I really just ordered this for the sweet potato chips).