Growing up we had two large black Labradors, one female and one male. The male was quite the character. We named him Al, for Al Monday, a character in a tv series called ‘It Takes a Thief’, because Al could get out of anything. He never really grew up and played like a puppy all of the time. We dressed him in our clothes and paraded him around. He chased the squirrels and wanted to play with the golfers as they went down the seventeenth fair that ran alongside our yard. He was just a great dog.
The female, Lady was a different story. Dad purchased her for her breeding. She was suppose to be a great hunting dog, but she wasn’t. She was gun shy and very quiet. What one would call a silent killer rather than say the bark is worse than the bite. She was my Dad’s dog, but loved us all. What I remember about her the most is her snoring. No one could tell the difference between her snoring and Dad’s ….. and boy could Dad snore. I remember one night coming home late after everyone had gone to bed, I had brought a friend home with me and when I opened the door, I heard loud snoring. My poor friend had to wait outside in the cold until I could locate Lady and lock her in my parents room. If I hadn’t, my friend would have been bitten for sure.
Now, I have a little female Yorkshire and she has picked up my snoring. It makes me smile and touches my heart in a way that nothing else does.
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.
A childhood favorite because it was spicier than the norm, Dad wasn’t into spices. Mom said that she double all of the spices.
- 1 cup uncooked rice
- 3 Tbsp. cooking oil
- 1 minced garlic clove
- 1 ½ cup bell peppers
- 1 cup chopped onion
- 1 lb. ground beef
- 2 ½ cup cut or diced canned tomatoes
- ¼ teas. paprika
- ¼ teas. chili powder
- 1 teas. worcestershire sauce
- 1 ½ teas. salt
- ½ teas. black or red pepper
- 1 small bay leaf
- 1 Tbsp. chopped parsley
How to make it
- Cook rice as instructed on the package.
- While rice is cooking, brown garlic in cooking oil, in a large pan.
- Add chopped onions and bell pepper and sauté until soft.
- Move above ingredients to one side of pan and brown meat.
- Add tomatoes and all other ingredients and simmer on low heat for 30 minutes.
- Add rice and simmer on low for 20 minutes.