My dad came from a home where they ate like the English, only a little salt or pepper was added for flavoring. BUT, maybe it was because he lived during the depression and his folks couldn’t afford anything else. I don’t know exactly and he can’t tell me because he’s passed on. Mom was seven years his younger and while they lived during the depression also, they had spices in their foods and it was hard for Mom to eat such bland food.
In our house Dad ruled and Mom and the kids complied. He didn’t often raise his voice or lift a hand, so I think his hard ruling came from the fear he instilled in Mom. As I learned later, she could be really intimidated by men. Her mother wasn’t so I’m not sure why she was. Grandma was very strong headed and she definitely ruled my grandpa.
Anyway, I’m not sure when Mom introduced Jambolaya to us, but Dad like it and so it became a regular. I loved it because of the spices and I still eat it to this day. Mom says the recipe is in the “green” cookbook.