creoleness

I thought I’d start off the blog with a description of my icon. 

It was actually my first attempt at jambalaya. I’m a huge fan of one-pot meals and rice dishes in particular, so this ended up being a fun dish for me. Not to mention extremely delicious :-)

The recipe used is from this website here and made my own creole seasoning here since I couldn’t find anything pre-made in a local market (figures Boston would be lacking southern spice mixtures). I made a few modifications for my personal preferences including: adding less bell peppers, using brown long-grain rice, toasting the rice before adding the liquid, flavoring the creole seasoning to taste, and adding Tabasco sauce for a nice tangy zip. Also, parsley was also used to garnish to add a little freshness. 

I know it may seem daunting but it’s not too difficult! It reminds me a lot of making spanish rice but with more ingredients. The only things you should watch out for is your spice level and how cooked the rice is. So add your spices in slowly and taste as it cooks, and if you start to run out of liquid and your rice still isn’t cooked, add in some more chicken stock and keep it on heat until it’s tender.

The Live Oak
Live oak (Quercus virginiana) is probably the most popular tree in the Deep South.  Its native range is from Virginia to Florida and along the Gulf Coast into Mexico.  It is a coastal plain tree that does not normally occur in the uplands.
There are several traits that make the live oak unique among the oaks.  It is evergreen, or almost so, because the old leaves drop about the same time as the new leaves appear in the spring.  Thus, the name “live” oak.  It has a distinctive low spread and form.  It is common to see mature trees with lateral limbs that reach the ground.  Many old trees have a branch spread which is twice the height of the tree.  In City Park, Mother Nature and our forefathers worked together to create a live oak forest that is premier in the world. New Orleans City Park has the world’s largest collection of mature live oaks. 

Live Oaks of City Park | New Orleans City Park

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Afrakan women not to be fucked with!!!!

Marie Catherine Laveau (September 10, 1794 – June 15, 1881)  was a Louisiana Creole practitioner of Voodoo renowned in New Orleans. (As for the date of her birth, while popular sources often say 1794, the records indicate 1801.) Her daughter, Marie Laveau II, (1827 — c. 1895) also practiced Voudoun, as well as Voodoo. She and her mother had great influence over their multiracial following.


The most famous story of Marie’s power tells how she was offered a house on St. Ann Street in exchange for getting a rich man’s innocent son freed when he’d been accused of murder.

He offered her a home St. Ann street

The story, which involves Marie holding three hot peppers in her mouth, infusing them with her intentions for hours, then putting them under the judge’s seat.

A cow’s tongue with a nail driven through it was also placed under the prosecutor’s seat, rendering him speechless and unable to proceed with the case and Marie got the house.

July 17,1850, two European men Jean Allen and Athony were to be hung, for killing a young afrakan girl.

She was an opponent of public hangings.

She spent 2 nights with them praying, and said she would spare them there life .

Marie Laveau showed up, there wasn’t a cloud in the sky, suddenly a storm hit. The hanging proceeded. The trap door open the guys nooses didnt work!!

Thousands of people witnessed this!

The were on a latter date hung again. But. Louisiana was the first state to ban public executions. I think she got what she wanted

Yet the biggest trick up Marie’s sleeve was yet to come. As Marie grew old and frail, she participated less in Voodoo rituals and focused more on her less vigorous Catholic faith. She went to mass every day and worked with condemned prisoners to convince them to repent before they went to the hangman.

At the same time, a woman began emerging from the St. Ann house every day, dressed in Marie’s clothes, greeting people and doing all the things people were accustomed to Marie doing- yet she was decades younger! She spoke to people by name, mentioning topics they’d had private conversations about. Soon the word had gotten around- Marie Laveau was so powerful that the lwa had granted her eternal youth!

She died when she was 81

Robert Tallant published books on her, slandering her life. Distortions and half truths. Orgies,killing babies etc.

Tallant on April 1st, 10 years after his book, slandering her life and legacy. Tallant went to drink some tap water from his sink. He took three sips and dropped dead.

The more you study  the esoteric knowledge you will understand why Afrakans have been suppressed. To be more precise why Afrakan women are so powerful! Afrakan spirituality is not a toy or game- Khepri Neteru

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NkcIhrigi84

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hu0z6zyc2J8

(tw: abuse, mentions of csa, racism)

In the wake of the drama regarding zubat, here’s a list of other once-popular tumblr bloggers who’ve been caught being dishonest about their identities in order to insert themselves into spaces that aren’t theirs.

These are summaries of information found in the links.  Names dashed out to prevent further drama.

These are just the ones I can remember.  A common theme among the above examples is that most of them were outed after being called out for abusive/oppressive behaviors, especially towards minors.

I’d like to believe that people wouldn’t lie about these things, but they do. There are self-interested opportunists in the SJ scene who do not care about their own people or other marginalized peoples and would even throw others under the bus for personal gain.  

So I guess what I’m trying to say with this post is that people have lied and will continue to lie to take advantage of vulnerable groups, so we should always be wary of those who want to assume a large presence in the SJ community while avoiding the responsibility that comes with it.  Remember that once, all these users had large follower bases which consisted of well-meaning and trusting young people.

Also, I’m noticing a disturbing trend recently where people are appropriating ethnic identities.  People are stealing actual lived experiences in order to elbow their way into spaces and avoid accountability for their actions.  This really shouldn’t be a problem; but unfortunately, it is becoming one.  And I do think ethnically marginalized communities on Tumblr do need to have that tough conversation about their identities and what it means to be “x”.  Who and who doesn’t get to claim x as an identity?  At what point is someone not considered x?  Due to our widely varying cultural histories, the answers to these questions are different for every group.

I hope this post encourages marginalized peoples to be more vigilant when looking out for one another and to not excuse abusive behaviors from those in our own communities.

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TIANA’S GUMBO

It has come to my attention that the art of Gumbo-making is an imperative skill down in Louisiana. Being a westerner, this was not common knowledge until the not-at-all-grumpy grumpy-salad held my attention for several hours explaining the difference between Cajun and Creole eats and their respective ingredients. It’s a good thing I asked before I made this, else a sort of Cajun/New Orleans hybrid would have been born, which just wouldn’t have done. I had no idea that New Orleans had red gumbo with a tomato and okra base, while Cajun is a brown gumbo with a roux base. I, who have never been to Louisiana, was not going to fly blind and make something that would be an insult of an homage to Tiana’s marvelous and mesmerizing cooking skills.

grumpy-salad also told me that gumbo is a leftovers meal. Take this recipe and run with it. There’s no one outline, hence all the *notes. You take what delicious items you have in your fridge and chuck em’ in. This recipe makes a whole lot of gumbo, be prepared to share with friends and neighbors. The recipe is under the cut.

-K

Keep reading

In the heart of the French Quarter, at the corner of Bourbon Street and Bienville, sits the stuff that legends are made of – The Old Absinthe House.

Many celebrities have been welcomed through our doors in the nearly two centuries since its opening – including Oscar Wilde, P.T. Barnum, Mark Twain, Jenny Lind, Enrico Caruso, General Robert E Lee, Franklin Roosevelt, Liza Minelli and Frank Sinatra. Indeed, the walls throughout this incredible building are covered in the framed photographs of several of our famous patrons.

The building endures the name of Jean Lafitte’s because of the rumored meeting of the Pirate Jean Lafitte and Andrew Jackson as they planned the victory of the battle of New Orleans on the second floor (now the newly-renovated Jean Lafitte’s Bistro).

History | Old Absinthe House - Rue Bourbon

**Warning: Emotional, cultural appropriation oriented!**

You know what really bothers me? Seeing white people wear head dresses at Coachella, and seeing them dress as Native Americans for Halloween. I am Native American. I come from three different tribes. I would KILL to be able to dress in native attire, but I can’t. I would kill to be able to prove my lineage, but I can’t, because that right was stolen from me. My great great grand mother was from only one tribe: Choctaw, but because she was an Indian slave, her last name was changed. She also had a number of children with her white slave owner, some of which she was separated from. And I’m sure they all were given different last names. Just in case you didn’t know, that makes it almost fucking IMPOSSIBLE to prove your lineage! Being Native American has its “benefits” *rolls eyes*, but nowadays you have to have paperwork proving that you are who you say you are in order to receive those “benefits”. And honestly a scholarship and in some cases free school is not enough. I have a beautiful, rich heritage that I would love to experience, but I can’t because I have no papers. I have family all over America, and for all I know I have family in the reservation as well. I might not ever find them, all because a white man enslaved my great great grandmother and changed the family name. That’s something that weighs heavily on me… It hurts me. Why do these people get to absentmindedly celebrate a culture that’s not even theirs??! While I have to suffer cos I can’t find my family’s records! That’s fucked up! They have no idea how many people have suffered and died just so they can have what they have. I mean, you don’t see me walking around pretending to be white cos that’s fucking ridiculous, right?! Right. So why should a rich white kid get to pretend they’re a native?

The writer is a detector of existence.  More than anyone else, the writer’s vocation is to identify what, in our daily lives, determines the patterns and structure of the imaginary.  To perceive our existence is to perceive our virtualities.
—  Jean Bernabé, Patrick Chamoiseau and Raphaël Confiant, In Praise of Creoleness
In Defense of Shay’s Accent

“I make my own luck.”

There have been many criticisms directed at Shay Cormac’s accent in Assassin’s Creed: Rogue, with some calling it “Assassin’s Creed: Brogue”. Some think that it’s a pitiful attempt at an Irish accent. Yes, but to be fair, there’s probably a reason he doesn’t sound too Irish.


To start, Shay is not Irish, but Irish-American. He has lived his whole life in the colonies. Never once during or before the events of Rogue has he been to Ireland. Shay’s parents were Irish, but Shay is American born. He was raised with his Aunt, who probably came over earlier than Shay’s immigrant parents. Since he grew up in New York City, he grew up with a myriad of accents–English, Scottish, German, other Irish–and he grew up hearing these accents rather than the pure Irish his parents spoke with. His accent is sort of “Irish Creole” if you will. There are a lot of Irish accents, and combined with the other accents of the thirteen colonies, Shay’s voice turned out rather different from a normal Irish accent. 

As a result, I don’t think Shay’s accent is bad. All because it makes sense. Shay has never been to Ireland, and only joined his immigrant father at sea much later in his life. The sound of one’s voice is usually shaped in younger years, and so Shay picked up all these different accents as a child, which he carried into his adult life.

“I make my own accent.”