Dere prolly be sumpin' sacreligious 'bout dis here ting...

[Bogie]

I'm in de process o' whuppin' up a big ol' batch of dirty rice for the freezer...
 
And I'm using chorizo sausage and thai hot sauce. I be multicultural!
 

[grislyatoms]

Dat ting sound wondermous, I guarontee!

I bet old Justin is turning over in his grave though. I hope, at least, yer using the trinity?

[Bogie]

It be evil...

Indian Basmati rice too...

[Bogie]

Also mixed in some garlic and diced jalapenos too...
 
And de on-yon...
 

[Gewehr98]

Is Justin dead?  I hadn't heard that.  I loved watching his cooking show on TV. 

I understand the Trinity thing, and that it's the foundation for a lot of Cajun dishes.

I just can't stand celery in any way, shape, or form. 

[grislyatoms]

Justin E. Wilson (April 24, 1914 - September 5, 2001) was a southern American chef and humorist known for his brand of Cajun cuisine-inspired cooking and humor. He was a self-styled "raconteur extraordinaire and goodwill ambassador of the Louisiana Cajun."

from wikipedia, more here:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Justin_Wilson_%28chef%29

[SteveS]

Sounds great.  Can you send me some?

[charby]

mmm dirty rice....

I smoked up some cornish game hens today, soon will be eating them.

-C

[Moondoggie]

Justin be ded?

I sho 'nuff cain't get that inta my hed.

He wuz a good ole boy, an culd shore cook up some good eat'n stuff.

My, my...whuts this ole world comin' to?

[Felonious Monk/Fignozzle]

Can you send or post a recipe for dirty rice?

[K Frame]

Yeah?

I did corned beef in the crock pot for dinner this evening.

Instead of boiled cabbage, I had homemade sauerkraut with it.

I forsee many Ruben sandwiches in my near future...

[wmenorr67]

Hey Bogie where is the crawfish?

[grislyatoms]

Crawfish? What the hell's a crawfish?

Hoo-wee, down yonder dem ting dere called a Crawdad!

[280plus]

I ws wondering why I ain't seen him lately. I imagine he's buried with a big jar of cayenne pepah and some sramps.

[Brad Johnson]

You dang furriners!  If'n ya ain't from Texas, ya ain't wurth knowin'.  Buncha dadburn lowdown heathens, ya dun made me mad by makin' me hungry.  Now git outta here 'for I whoop tha hide of'n ya 'n nail it to the bunkhouse privy!

Brad