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A call to deliciousness

So in my post on Monday I made brief mention of a killer dish called Chili-Cheese Etoufée (a.k.a. Oh Ye Cajun Pot of Goodness), a recipe that I shared with you all last August. But then I remembered that for reasons beyond of my control at the time (ehem, ehem) the featured picture at the top of the recipe didn’t look appetizing at all. I mean–who would possibly want to make this dish when this was the picture introducing it?

Not I, said the chicken. Not I, said the cow. Not I, said the bunny rabbit.

You see my point.

Last night we hosted the bi-weekly Bible study that we belong to, and I seized that as my opportunity to cook up a cauldron of this stuff and take a better picture of the finished product. Oh, and to feed people that I love. That too.

So here are some updated photographs.

A little more appealing, eh?

Let it be known: this is the perfect dish to serve a large crowd of people. As long as they’re not lactose-intolerant, gluten-intolerant, vegetarians, or vegans–then I guess it’s not so great.

But the point is, the flavors are very crowd-friendly and (I think) very kid-friendly. Note to self: must have children asap to test this theory.

Plus, though loaded with cheese and heavy cream, any negative health effects derived from these components are neatly counteracted by the hefty amount of veggies.*

*Not factual information–I’m just making it up as I go.

Bell peppers, an onion, celery, garlic. Mmmm.

Have a great weekend, people, and for the sake of your own happiness please make this recipe. It’s so good that you will probably be moved to send me cookies as a thank you for sharing it. Note to self: prepare cookie jar and cookie receiving log for massive intake of cookie shipments.

Ze dance

I took my sweet time about it, but today I have a few final pictures to share from the Regency Ball we attended in South Bend, Indiana a couple weekends ago.

Here is the entrance to the venue: the Palais Royale.

Palais Royale. Sounds so fancy . . . so French . . . Everyone froze their buns off as I snapped pictures. No more buns for you.

Eric was looking debonaire in a top hat.

Nice job looking the part, Eric.

And my sister Erica did such a lovely job with our dresses. I love the back of mine:

The little lace peeking out around the neckline, the delicate fabric–I couldn’t have envisioned anything more beautiful! Thanks, Spankypants.

Note: everyone that I love at some point gets called ‘Spankypants.’ Be forewarned.

We headed inside and were immediately transported to another era. The elegance of the ballroom was a major part of it . . .

. . . but it was especially mind-blowing that everyone in sight was dressed in period clothing.

Hello, random blond girl. I like your curl.

Our first move was to stake out some chairs where we could drop off our scarves, purses, and camera before the dancing began.

Hey, baby. You’re looking très attractif in that cravat.

Very soon, it was time to dance.

In Regency period movies, the dancing always seemed so calm and effortless. The heroine is always able to talk to the hero as they weave in and out of a long line of couples, and sends him meaningful and languid glances as she steppity-steps around.

But don’t be fooled: we worked up a real sweat.

With the exception of a brief photographic excursion to the balcony, we danced for about 3 out of the 4 hours.

The dance master was excellent, and called out the steps as we moved through the dances.

Mistakes were made, and laughter was quick.

You know those events and parties that are supposed to be fun but really aren’t? Oh, we had a great time, you say when recounting the evening–but if you really think about it, there was a lot of standing around, a lot of stiff conversation, and a lot of general uncomfortableness. When will this be over? you’d been asking all along in that very tiny voice at the back of your mind.

Well, this ball most definitely does NOT fall into that category: it was actually fun. I laughed so much during the dances as I tried to master the left arm-right arm cross-overs and watched my husband execute little jumps and twirls with his characteristic intense concentration.

Most of the dances did require a lot of focus on the feet for this novice, but there was one dance that I was able to learn just enough to start letting go. The steps were pretty simple, so by the end I was floating through the moves. I felt elegant, I felt light on my feet; I felt like I was in a Jane Austen novel. This feeling lasted all of 5 minutes, and then the dance was over and my focus was back on my feet. But during those brief moments, I got a little insight into what these dances are supposed to feel like.

And yes, I just used the word ‘feel’ 5 times in that paragraph. Does that just mean I’m a girl, or is it an indicator of bad writing? Then again, it’s too early to think too hard about. Pass the coffee.

Both my husband and I were surprised by the wide variety of age groups represented at the event. There was a big group of pre-teen and teenage homeschoolers; there were couples in their 20s, there were parents, middle-aged couples, and groups of elderly men and women who gossiped and watched the dancing from the tables along the side.

The ball ended with a waltz.

Looking good, you guys!

We took some final pictures.

And then it was time to go! After all that dancing, we headed exhausted back to the parking garage to pick up our wheels.

I amused myself with snapping even more pictures of the cold and tired bunch, and making up fake headlines.

Time Traveling Trio from 18th Century Mysteriously Appears in South Bend, Indiana! Very Hot Guy in Cravat Seems to be Sporting Anachronistic Rainjacket!

Strangely Garbed Time-Travelers from Distant Past Spotted in Midwestern US! Full report inside!

So! Who wants to join us for the ball next year?