Jambalaya, baby

It's just a confluence, I guess.

Simultaneously thinking:

-- There's a hurricane heading toward New Orleans exactly three years after Katrina; and,

-- What to feed a dozen for dinner?

So, apply to the trinity in both senses. First, the theological, though I'm about over the prayer thing. Second, and with more tangible results, the holy mix of onion, celery and pepper -- after making the roux, of course, and after doubling the garlic.

The mother broth, with the sausage, can sit in the fridge for a day, and Friday night I throw in the rice and shrimp.

I probably won't have a chance to do much to the blog from Friday on, so have a good holiday.