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Sunday December 31, 2006

Just got in from Louisiana. Somebody should invent the perfect cocktail to slurp to decompress after 7 1/2 hours in a minivan with two little boys. Maybe that somebody should be me.We made sandwiches and stuff for the road, so...
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connie
January 1, 2007 3:31 AM

And for as generic as its food is in many ways, Cracker Barrel is one of the few places you can actually order VEGETABLES when traveling with kids. Plain corn, plain cooked baby carrots, applesauce, and so on.>

Rachel
January 1, 2007 6:24 AM

Had lunch at Cracker Barrel today with my Mom. It's a Saturday ritual for us since she moved back to these parts where she'd been living in Kentucky with her husband. They're both quite old and in poor health, and neither could care for the other anymore, so his family took him in, and we brought Mother home. It's very sad, but that's the way she and her husband wanted it - she wanted to be with her own children, just like he wanted to be with his.

But I digress - last time I was through your neck of the woods, Rod, was July 2005, about 2 months before Katrina, fleeing hurrican Dennis on a road trip back from Florida. We debated stopping over in New Orleans but instead took the bypass up to Baton Rouge in search of a Place to Stop for the Night (another long, weird story involving Baton Rouge).

To this day, my fellow travelers and I regret having made the detour, and missing a great time in pre Katrina New Orleans.>

Paul Catalanotto
January 2, 2007 2:49 AM
http://aliveandyoung.blogspot.com/

I've been living in Delaware for the past 4 months, and I have returned to New Orleans for the Holidays. It is true there is no place that comes close to Louisiana. The food, the people, the the culture. Delaware just don't get it.>

harvey lacey
January 2, 2007 2:55 AM
http://www.harveylacey.com

You haven't had bar b que pulled pork until you've had it cajun style.

One of the things my wife brought into the marriage was a couple of cajun half brothers. They do be something else.

I'm a weldor and I've made more than one cooker or as some call it, smoker. But I never seen nothing like one they use. Imagine a steel fire place. Look at your fire place and imagine it as all steel without a smoke stack. Steel floor, sides, and angled top with about an eighteen inch to two foot deep cavity four feet wide and three and a half feet high.

Now imagine a rotissery hanging from a beam on a track in front of the fire place.

They took about ninety pounds of pig. Broke the ribs so they could flatten it out and put it in a wire fence cage. Then they injected with a hypodermic spices and stuff. They stabbed it here and there and shoved garlic in the holes in the meat.

They built a big roaring fire in the fireplace thingy. Then the pig in it's fence wire frame was hung in front of the fire on that rotissery deally doo.

About four hours later they stopped the rotissery motor with the back of the pig facing the fire. They put fresh wood on the fire and got it to blast furnace hot. The pig was pushed into the fire back first using the track holding the rotissery thing and a couple of shovels because the fire was so hot. That made the cracklin's, fried pork skins to those who haven't had real cracklin's.

The pig was laid on a table and everyone came by and pulled their meat with their fingers for their plate. Literally pulled pork, no cutting stuff needed.

With this we had big sweet onions that had been cored. Where the core had been was filled with butter (real butter) and a brown sugar paste. This was wrapped in aluminum foil and baked. If you like cooked onions like I do you'd have thought you'd died and gone to heaven.

The same thing was done to heads of cabbage, cored, and filled with butter and the brown sugar stuffing. Wrapped in aluminum foil and baked. If you like cooked fresh cabbage like I do, it was eating on a higher plane.

There was the usual red beans and rice along with the gumbo that had taken two days to make, most of that time done creating the rue.

Cajuns can cook like few people can.

Of course the other side of my wifes family provides her aunt. One year she won the state (Louisiana )pastry contest put on by some cooking magazine. I can day dream about going to her house and put on five pounds. Besides being prettier than the other side of the family she's easier to understand, especially when the other side has been drinking.>

curiouser and curiouser...
January 2, 2007 8:15 PM

"they don't put trashy French tickler machines above the urinals, forcing dad to order his seven-year-old to keep his head down and not look up"

You really ought to have to have a license to have kids. One that prevents a father from "ordering" his son to not pay attention to real things that are in real life.

Get a grip, Rod.>

Rod Dreher
January 2, 2007 9:11 PM

You obviously have no children, but if you do, God help them...>

harvey lacey
January 3, 2007 2:26 AM
http://www.harveylacey.com

You obviously have no children, but if you do, God help them...
Rod Dreher


Rod, every parent comes into the game with this big account. It's credibility.

The parent is the most powerful entity in the childs life until the parent destroys that credibility.

I too cringed at the image of you standing in the men's room telling your son not to look up as he used the urinal.

I personally saw it as a wasted opportunity. If the son looked up and asked about the machine on the wall with the pictures and fancy lettering I believe you should have treated it as incidental and unimportant. Explained it as something some adults purchase and he'll understand more when he gets older. Sort of shake it off as an adult thing, silly adults.

Because you made a big thing about it you've created an unnatural interest, does that make sense? One day your son will have to go to the rest room when you aren't there and he will study that appliance on the wall and wonder what it's all about. Even worse he might ask another child a little older and come up with a bunch of bad information, not inaccurate, but obscene, initiating the kind of curiosity that you're trying to curtail right now.

At this age you are the authority on everything. You are it. Everyone else and everything thing else reflects opinion but you, you reflect authority and expertise, you're dad, dad almighty. Take advantage of it.

Let's say, just for grins, that you treated your son with respect and explained the machine on the wall as incidental to adult life. Most adults don't even notice it because it's something only adults that are flawed in some way buy. You've never bought anything from these machines, in fact you don't personally know anyone that has.

Two things have happened here. The first and most important is you've treated your son with respect and shared knowledge with him. You didn't treat him like a little boy but like a big boy. That is good for him. And just as importantly, it's good for you, the both of you as a unit. You've deepened the bond between a father and his son.

You've also poisoned the well. If the subject comes up in kid conversation your son already has formed an opinion on those machines in the men's room and the products they contain. He's armed with the message that you want him to have and information you want him to know. So when another kid starts sharing kid wisdom your son isn't going to buy it. Because he's already got the real deal from the authority on everything, his dad.

Every parent comes into the game with this big account. It's credibilty.

If you doubt me look back at how you looked at your own father when you were a kid. You have that power over your own children.>

anon
January 3, 2007 8:39 PM

Harvey -- I like your ideas about how to make the moment teachable, but if Rod's sons are anything like mine the #1 gets everywhere including on the wall if they are not absolutely aiming . . .>

Hautblossom
January 3, 2007 10:28 PM
http://math.boisestate.edu/gas/index.html

. . . if Rod's sons are anything like mine the #1 gets everywhere including on the wall if they are not absolutely aiming . . .

Parents of sons, teach your children well! I once had a job that included cleaning the bathrooms (men's ane women's) at a grocery store. They were open to the public but for the most part used by the store employees. Let me tell you -- it isn't just little boys who can't aim. The amount of, er, #1 that gets on the walls and floor is unbelievable. Men, sheesh! Make an effort!

HB>

harvey lacey
January 4, 2007 1:36 AM
http://www.harveylacey.com

Maybe the women have something with their "men are dogs." They do like to mark their territory, or any territory. LOL>

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Rod Dreher is an editorial columnist for the Dallas Morning News, and author of "Crunchy Cons" (Crown Forum), a nonfiction book about conservatives, most of them religious, whose faith and political convictions sometimes put them at odds with mainstream conservatives. The views expressed in this blog are his own.

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