Again, I don’t have a recipe for gumbo. I never have. Every time I make it, regardless of the variety, I’m forced to ponder people who have “award winning gumbo” and “secret recipes”. Those sort of concepts continue to elude me. I eat what I like. I cook what I like. Still at some point, I do need to document “my” gumbo.
Well, the second Sunday Supper is in the can, despite the technical issues.
Biscuits and Gravy were good. Chicken Pot Pie. Both versions of the pear cake were good, though only one was telegenic.
We ate, we drank, we said stupid shit on camera.
