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Duke presents his campaign as a call for courage. Speaking a few days before the L.S.U. game, he told a Cajun crowd in Reserve, La., "What I say is just what you say to each other around the dining room table; but I'm the only politician who has the courage to say it in public." There is a rogue air of risk to his enterprise. Only those willing to risk obloquy will put his bumper stickers on their car, post his signs in their yard -- and so each such display becomes a kind of guerrilla statement. He revels...
...good, well, pot roast with mashed potatoes, one of my favorites. The cookbooks incorporate all the flavors and delicacy of the new American cuisine as practiced in imaginative restaurants across the country, but there is also a pile of books that resurrect the wonderfully old-fashioned regional cookery, from Cajun to Mennonite. Most cooks won't buy more than a couple of cookbooks a year, so I have ranked the following in order of purchasing preference. Work from the top down, as in a recipe, to stock the kitchen library...
Louisiana has not been slighted in recent cookbook publishing, but Paul Prudhomme's blackened everything has overshadowed the basics such as red beans and rice and pralines. Justin Wilson, who has a Cajun-cooking show on PBS, has remedied that with his humorous tome, Homegrown Louisiana Cookin' (Macmillan; $19.95). Biscuits, Spoonbread, and Sweet Potato Pie by Bill Neal (Knopf; $19.95) serves the same purpose for Southern baking. It is comprehensive and sparingly illustrated...
Most Overdone Craze. Paul Prudhomme of K-Paul's restaurant in New Orleans, the globular Cajun chef, was the man responsible for a dish that eventually became too much of a good thing: blackened redfish, in which a fillet is dusted with spices and then seared on a red-hot iron skillet. Suddenly, chefs who had never been within light-years of a bayou were giving us blackened tuna, blackened swordfish, blackened bluefish, blackened scallops, blackened . . . burp...
...roads lead to New Orleans, and in 1971 Sancton and Allen crossed paths at the Jazz and Heritage Festival. One night they both sat in on a jam session at Bonaparte's Retreat, a smoky riverfront club on Decatur Street. Last year, when Sancton started playing at the Cajun, a Manhattan night spot, he discovered that his pianist occasionally filled in with Woody's group at Michael's Pub. The pianist later told Allen about Sancton's return to the bandstand. "I met him in 1971," the filmmaker responded. "Do you think he remembers...