Monday, January 12, 2015
Sunday, January 11, 2015
Saturday, January 10, 2015
Monday, January 5, 2015
Victorian Gazing Orbs
When photographing statues in Louisiana, you can't miss the mystical Victorian gazing orbz.
Click here for the history of the Victorian Gazing orb.
Click here for the history of the Victorian Gazing orb.
Thursday, December 25, 2014
Monday, December 22, 2014
Thursday, December 18, 2014
Tuesday, December 16, 2014
Wednesday, December 10, 2014
Mayor Vidrine Hotel de Ville Noel
There are 54 Christmas trees in Ville Platte's city hall. via Mayor Vidrine: "It's purty purty and all the big and little sha babies" need to come see and take pictures. Go see L'Hotel de Ville de La Ville Platte!
Tuesday, December 9, 2014
Monday, December 8, 2014
The Perfect Gift
YO this is Happy Blake
We have great gift i-deers for everyone especially deer hunters!
By popular demand and just in time for Holiday and deer seasons
We have black light flashlights, perfect for deer hunters to track down the blood trail for dat wounded deer. It's a perfect Christmas gift! We offer free gift wrapping and free delivery within a 15-mile radius of Ville Platte.
Wednesday, December 3, 2014
All about Cherry Bounce
Cherry Bounce
edited/transcribed from La Tasse Cafe
« Cherry Bounce is a thick sweet strong liqueur that people in south Louisiana make around the holidays. You shake the wild cherry trees (merisiers) so that the berries, called merises or choke cherries, fall onto a sheet. You know they are ripe when they get very red, almost black on the tree. You collect them and make a cherry syrup that is mixed with alcohol to make Cherry Bounce. People say that the birds like to get a hold of the
berries before people harvest them and that they make the birds act coo-coo, fly into widows, hallucinate and things, because the prussic
acid in them is very toxic. The robins and the ciriers start wobbling and get "on high" comme dit bougre....or low, because they end up on the ground... »
The Mercedes Vidrine cookbook features a Cherry Bounce recipe similar to this one:
1/4 gallon wild cherries
10 1/2 lbs of sugar
Whiskey
1/4 gallon wild cherries
10 1/2 lbs of sugar
Whiskey
Place cherries (that have the stems removed and have been washed and dried) and sugar in a wide-mouth gallon jar with a good fitting lid and store for 25-30 days until the sugar has all melted and turned to syrup. The cherries will be black when the aging period is over.
Take an empty bottle of a fifth of whiskey and pour in some of the cherries and syrup until the bottle is 1/4 full.
Fill the bottle with whiskey and repeat the process until you have used up all the cherries and syrup. Cover the bottles tightly and let them stand for a week before opening.
Serve in crystal cordial glasses, or for a treat, over vanilla ice cream.
Take an empty bottle of a fifth of whiskey and pour in some of the cherries and syrup until the bottle is 1/4 full.
Fill the bottle with whiskey and repeat the process until you have used up all the cherries and syrup. Cover the bottles tightly and let them stand for a week before opening.
Serve in crystal cordial glasses, or for a treat, over vanilla ice cream.
Tasse Expressions
Bonjour qui ti parles?
Ce café est rechauffée avec du bois croche, pas du bois grave.
Merci Miss Becky (le café est après se faire passer)
Becky après passer le café!
Tu m'attrappeé offguard là!
Arroser l'linge avant repasser!
Pour arroser les chemins pour la poussière.
Le soleil brille icitte a Mamou.. tu peux pas t'imaginer...
Apres deal avec...
Comme dit l'bougre...
Ils ont du gaz qu'a pas ethanol dedans!
Je suis assez bête de crois ça...
T'es comme un homme j'connais, c'est comme une lavette trempe, il flip-flop tout partout!
C'est Valmon, bord icitte!
L'affaire est bonne, hein?
Meilleur que ça moi j'connais pas qui je ferais avec.
Ce café est rechauffée avec du bois croche, pas du bois grave.
Merci Miss Becky (le café est après se faire passer)
Becky après passer le café!
Tu m'attrappeé offguard là!
Arroser l'linge avant repasser!
Pour arroser les chemins pour la poussière.
Le soleil brille icitte a Mamou.. tu peux pas t'imaginer...
Apres deal avec...
Comme dit l'bougre...
Ils ont du gaz qu'a pas ethanol dedans!
Je suis assez bête de crois ça...
T'es comme un homme j'connais, c'est comme une lavette trempe, il flip-flop tout partout!
C'est Valmon, bord icitte!
L'affaire est bonne, hein?
Meilleur que ça moi j'connais pas qui je ferais avec.
Monday, December 1, 2014
Things I learned on the Tasse de Cafe Radio Program
It was a right of passage for the young boys to learn how to cook because when the men would go out in the woods and to the camps to fish and hunt, they would see who would be "the cook", that is, the best cook.
When the tourism bureau of nearby Saint Landry called the Chamber of Commerce of Evangeline Parish asking for help with a fishing trip at Chicot for a group of Louisiana chefs, they were in need of a guide, boats, local cooks... Miss C said "Hold it! Hold it! We seceded from Saint Landry Parish over a hundred years ago! I mean, no offense to Opelousas, but we need to get our people on this! I called Suzy of course and then I called Jesse, our Man of the Year, to cook, he was changing some tiles in our building! I called the Mayor, she was on the road to the ball game! Then I called T-Don, I called T-Don at Cabot! He came out there and did a lil version of the "Lil Donkey".
On peux gone!
Tout les trente-six du mois.
les socos bleus, les socos jaunes, les socos rouges...
When the tourism bureau of nearby Saint Landry called the Chamber of Commerce of Evangeline Parish asking for help with a fishing trip at Chicot for a group of Louisiana chefs, they were in need of a guide, boats, local cooks... Miss C said "Hold it! Hold it! We seceded from Saint Landry Parish over a hundred years ago! I mean, no offense to Opelousas, but we need to get our people on this! I called Suzy of course and then I called Jesse, our Man of the Year, to cook, he was changing some tiles in our building! I called the Mayor, she was on the road to the ball game! Then I called T-Don, I called T-Don at Cabot! He came out there and did a lil version of the "Lil Donkey".
On peux gone!
Tout les trente-six du mois.
les socos bleus, les socos jaunes, les socos rouges...
La Prairie des Femmes
When I came to the Prairie des Femmes I was a girl, unbelieving and spoiled as any Sacred Heart queen of Evangeline Parish could be in those days, the 1990s. I doubted even the name of the prairie, my new home. Was this la Prairie des Femmes? She was so far flung, the fields were so brown and barrren, the houses, trailers and shacks dotted along the coves. The houses were mostly older, some shacks, and modest trailer or modular homes. There was one big house but it was at the front of the road at Frozard, Olivier Plantation. My future husband knew that I would like that our new home had an old French name. A mysterious name. She had history. But that, you couldn't see... There was not one piece of paved road in the prairie, and most of the road that snaked back into the open fields coiled around a muddy bayou and her steep banks. The road slithered off into the prairie, still hugging the oxbow woods, a scrappy but untouched woodland that roped and roamed along the road that day. How could this place be called la Prairie des Femmes? I barely believed him that first visit out here, when the land was grey, all of the golden rod had browned. He asked me if I liked it. It was like showing a woman a mirror and reflecting herself back at her. It existed. We were there. There was downpayment. It was far. It was wild. It was barren. It was fruitful. It was peaceful. It was dangerous. By and by, I talked to people who knew of the story of the Prairie des Femmes, and I accepted, after seeing the old name on the map, that this new place was my home.
Friday, November 28, 2014
A Weather Question
November 2014
We used to figure out the temperature in Ville Platte out by taking the temperatures in Alexandria, and hour north of town, and Lafayette, an hour south, and finding the number that was in the middle of them. I was entertained to hear them talking about this same system on La Tasse this week:
"The weather says it was 32 in Lafayette, 31 in Elek, and 28 in Ville Platte, now can you explain that? Moi j'connais pas mais des fois...tu peux figurer... Elek c'est dans une bassière, ça fait, ça restes plus froid là bas des fois. Mais pour figurer...on prends la température à Lafayette et la température à L'Alexandrie et on va dans le mileu tu connais? On est un peu près halfway entre les deux places..."
We used to figure out the temperature in Ville Platte out by taking the temperatures in Alexandria, and hour north of town, and Lafayette, an hour south, and finding the number that was in the middle of them. I was entertained to hear them talking about this same system on La Tasse this week:
"The weather says it was 32 in Lafayette, 31 in Elek, and 28 in Ville Platte, now can you explain that? Moi j'connais pas mais des fois...tu peux figurer... Elek c'est dans une bassière, ça fait, ça restes plus froid là bas des fois. Mais pour figurer...on prends la température à Lafayette et la température à L'Alexandrie et on va dans le mileu tu connais? On est un peu près halfway entre les deux places..."
| Temp in VP according to this method? 76.5 F ! |
Thursday, November 27, 2014
No More Birds
The Tasse de Cafe Radio Progam often asks public questions such as: Do you remember 1946? Was it a good year? Do you remember White Rose Petroleum Jelly? We got any celebrity birthdays today? Do you know how old Ozzy Osbourne is today? How much did it rain last night in Vidrine as opposed to Belair Cove? What is a zouienne? How does one say hickey en francais? Do you remember Ferlin Husky? Why do thermometers read different temperatures, even when they are next to one another?Anybody remembers those things?
Most of these questions are answered by the faithful callers at one time or another, but there is one that has been hanging around. Where have all the birds gone? People call in to say how years back there were many birds in the trees, robins and cedar wax wings and little fou-fous, blue-jays, etc. and that now you don't hardly see them any anymore. They say, "y'a pas d'caille! y'a pas d'bee-egg! y'a pas d'kill-dee...just some mockingbirds and crows!"
"I called about the birds. We had a beautiful blue-jay in the back yard. He showed up on Thursday, I saw him on ma patio, oh! I was so excited. Well, on Sunday morning, I get up and come outside on the patio to have a cup of coffee, ma white cat had em. That was it, no more bird now! Il l'attrapé et pis il l'épluché!"
Then there is this exchange: Buck-a-Dial "Faux Pas"
Charatte
Le Geai Bleu et le Killdeer
Random Bird Notes
Gumbo Tchoc
The Cardinal Blues
Bird Sounds of the Prairie
Most of these questions are answered by the faithful callers at one time or another, but there is one that has been hanging around. Where have all the birds gone? People call in to say how years back there were many birds in the trees, robins and cedar wax wings and little fou-fous, blue-jays, etc. and that now you don't hardly see them any anymore. They say, "y'a pas d'caille! y'a pas d'bee-egg! y'a pas d'kill-dee...just some mockingbirds and crows!"
"I called about the birds. We had a beautiful blue-jay in the back yard. He showed up on Thursday, I saw him on ma patio, oh! I was so excited. Well, on Sunday morning, I get up and come outside on the patio to have a cup of coffee, ma white cat had em. That was it, no more bird now! Il l'attrapé et pis il l'épluché!"
Then there is this exchange: Buck-a-Dial "Faux Pas"
More Bird Notes:
Le Geai Bleu et le Killdeer
Random Bird Notes
Gumbo Tchoc
The Cardinal Blues
Bird Sounds of the Prairie
Tuesday, November 25, 2014
Monday, November 24, 2014
Thursday, November 20, 2014
Monday, November 10, 2014
Saturday, November 8, 2014
Ville Platte Cheer
Ville Platte Where you at
Let me hear
Dat Hand Clap I remixed featuring Mayor Vidrine and the VPHS cheer squad
Thursday, November 6, 2014
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