Dear Synthesis, Part II
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Mr. Foust,
I'm not sure what you call rants….. but I have every reason to believe
that my well thought out letter will be forwarded to the correct offices.
As for being passed around the "hallowed halls." I really don't care.
It is not my intention to be passed around the hallowed halls.
As for "bowls of hoppin' John…." Well, Mr. Foust, I've gotta confess
my ignorance. I've never heard it called that. You just may have more
experience than I in this department… though I have no way of knowing.
I'm not naive. I grew up in the sixties. So I know what you are alluding to.
But quite frankly, you are wrong on this one.
I was making light of you and your silly posturing.
In responding to your whining, I accidentally typed in "Sorry, mon"
instead of "Sorry, man." I started to correct it and then I realized
it sounded funny… Like the accent in a commercial for the movie
"Cool Running," about a Jamaican bobsled team. A movie I've never seen.
But I decided to stay in character and go with it.
That's the way my creativity works. A little insight for you.
Drawing on another tv bit, I dropped in the old Uncola commercial.
Leave it to you to interpret this as some kind of subversive message with
subtle underpinnings. But now that you've pointed it out, I guess you
could interpret the name of our establishment as meaning something other
than was intended.
And John, if you play this message backwards in your offline reader, you'll
discover it contains a special message just for you…..
You're fast outdistancing everyone in the race for "house whine."
Keep up the good work.
Your buddy,
Mr. Small Fish
Throw me something! "Hoppin' John" is a famous New Orleans dish, I thought.
You eat it for good luck on New Years. The recipe is on the back of every bag
of black-eyed peas. I love the stuff! It's basically peas, rice and sausage.
BTW, I had trouble finding andouille sausage around here, so I called a Cajun
restaurant and asked them where they get it. "Oh, we just use Hillshire Farms
sausage." Hah! Plenty of brats around here, no andouille. 🙂
Oh….. John, John, John,
Ohhhh. My face is as red as a crawfish straight out of the boiling pot.
I feel like crying. I had no idea what you were referring to.
A casserole consisting of black-eyed peas, rice and smoked sausage is
definitely a local favorite. But the term "Hoppin' John" is one I've never
heard. Gawd! A northerner educating this ol' southern boy about his hometown.
I can't imagine living here most of my life and never having heard that name.
So I got on the phone.
I called my Mom. Yes. She serves black-eyed peas and cabbage annually on
New Year's Day. Tradition. The cabbage means wealth, I forget what the peas
are for. As a child I hated the way the cabbage stunk up the house.
Then there was the day-long football game… but that's another story.
Mom's never heard of the name "Hoppin' John."
So I called two friends, both native New Orleanians. Never heard of it, either.
I started to think this was the invention of some P.R. hack to cash in on the
popularity of "Cajun" food and "blackened" everything.
I called the Cafe La Salle at the Hilton. I spoke with the chef.
They serve Cajun Cheese Sticks and Cajun Popcorn… sheez!
But, nope, never heard of "Hoppin' John." Neither had two cooks or hostesses.
I called Don's Seafood Hut Restaurant & Oyster Bar. Run by the same family
since 1934 with restaurants in N.O., Baton Rouge and Lafayette, heart of the
Cajun Country. I talked with the owner. Nope. Never heard of it.
Ditto for The Louisiana Seafood Exchange. Over 50 types of seafood served.
And a slew of mouth-watering po-boys. But no "Hoppin' John."
Ditto The Louisiana Purchase Kitchen and Deanie's Seafood out by the lake.
So I decided to go to the source. THE MAN. I called my fellow restauranteur
Chef Paul Prudhomme. I spoke with Paul Miller, executive chef and
general manager of K Paul's Louisiana Kitchen. He pulled out Prudhomme's
book, "Seasoned America," and read to me a passage regarding "Hoppin' John."
No way I can do this verbatim, but the gist of it is "Hoppin John's" origins
may begin with African slaves living in the Caribbean. ( Jamaica, mon!)
Black-eyed peas were a dietary staple of plantation slaves living there.
Another theory suggests "Hoppin' John" has roots in American folklore and
stems from hospitality hosts extending an invitation to stay for supper.
"Hop In John." BTW Prudhomme uses smoked sausage. No need for andouille.
Now, Mr. Foust. I gotta tell you. Six long-time chefs, a couple of cooks, a
few restauranteurs and a couple of friends had never heard of "Hoppin' John."
Though almost all are familiar with the New Year tradition and the black-eye
pea casserole. So I don't feel too bad for not recognizing the term.
But I will apologize for jumping on you. I was so busy dodging your jabs
I didn't take time to enjoy your humor. I'm really glad to see it return.
My tour of New Orleans restaurants has resulted in a few new ideas for
additions to the menu at "John's Joint." We thank you for providing the
impetus. And yes, Bowls of "Hoppin' John" will now be available. And no
matter where the name originated, it will now be forever linked to you.
So I'm not sure we can truthfully say you have nothing to do with our
fine establishment. I will issue the disclaimer as promised, but I
hope you will soon visit. If you do, be careful as you enter. You
may have to step over Tony Vassalle. He's been passed out for days
now. He had one too many Time Warps and I haven't been able to get
him to snap out of it.
I'm gonna try and get some andouille or boudin for you for when Papa
Noel makes his Christmas rounds. Stop by for coffee some time. I
think we could use a little input from you on the decor. Paul
Sanford brought over some velvet paintings of Elvis the other day and
brightened the room, but it still looks a little empty.
Hop In John!!!
Kevin Gibson
Food for Thought, Inc.
John's Joint -= Several positions now open. Apply within. =-
I've got two recipes for Hoppin' John. As I said before, one comes from the
back of those fifty-cent bags of black-eyed peas. I want to say it's Brer
Rabbit brand, or something with a bunny. 🙂 The other came from the Sunday
newspaper a few years ago. Both call it hoppin' John. So are you saying I know
more about New Orleans culture than you do, and I haven't even been there? As
for all the questions posed to those restauranteurs… who said they know
anything about cooking, they're just out to fleece the tourists. 🙂
<<< So are you saying I know more about New Orleans culture than you do, >>>
<<< and I haven't even been there? >>>
Not likely. Brer Rabbit was shot in a drive-by. <G>
<<< those restauranteurs… who said they know anything about cooking, >>>
<<< they're just out to fleece the tourists. 🙂 >>>
Actually, Mr. Foust, all but one of the establishmnets I mentioned are
favorites of the locals. And as for whether Mr. Prudhomme knows anything
about cooking… let me just say he knows a lot more than you'll find on
the back of a bag of peas.
Unless you grew up in Trenchtown, I'd suggest that a little Jamaican imitation
accent goes a long way. 🙂 Also, what do you think of the ironic interplay
of "Mr. Small Fish" with "Kingfish," another famous LA resident?
With regards to the 'ironic interplay' of "Mr. Small Fish" and
"Kingfish:" It, too, was lost on me, even though I introduced the
reference "small fish" in my earlier post and my name is now linked
with political office in the virtual city now under construction.
But I'm not interested in being no Kingfish, northerner. <G> He was
shot in them hallowed halls.
Speaking of irony, John, have you noticed the incredible wordplay,
the strange way things have been dovetailing so nicely?
It's weird. I'm really digging it. It's almost as if some of this stuff has
been choreographed months in advance.
A member of the Animation Nation team has a saying
that is perhaps appropriate, "God watches over angels and fools."
By the way, do you really think my message is subtle???
Maybe I ought to borrow my friend Angela's megaphone.
I did notice a press release today.
Kevin
Wasn't Huey Long's nickname "Kingfish"? As for fools and their money, they
were lucky to get together in the first place.
As for predestination, chance favors the prepared mind. Did you know I was
going to say that?
<< Wasn't Huey Long's nickname "Kingfish"? >>
Yes. Of course. Is this a setup? I already acknowledged that.
<< As for predestination, chance favors the prepared mind. >>
<< Did you know I was going to say that? >>
Actually, in spite of the fact that I'm plugged into the Universal Mind
through Mrs. Do You Know The Way To San Jose's 1-900-Number….
I NEVER know what you're gonna do next yank…. <G>