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All posts by Ellis V. Lucia

Foodies and Friends – My Mother

Foodies and Friends – My Mother

She shows up in my mind unannounced, especially in May, the month for mothers. With her hand on her hip and head cocked in a question mark with its slight tilt and hair piled high, her soft smile betrays the...
La Salle and La Belle

La Salle and La Belle

THIS STORY AND scenario came to mind as I looked back on how the tricentennial of the City of New Orleans might have happened 32 years earlier. In the fall of 1996, I found myself standing on the floor of...
The Quest for Crabs

The Quest for Crabs

THERE’S USUALLY A line outside the Swan Oyster Depot restaurant on Polk St. in the tony Nob Hill neighborhood of San Francisco. And it was no different when my cab driver, Jonathan from Cameroon, dropped me curbside at 11 a.m....
For the Love of All Things Art

For the Love of All Things Art

I’VE SPENT A lifetime staring at blank pieces of paper. The creative process is always a struggle. This comes to mind because my three favorite disciplines, writing, cooking and photography, all require a creative process and a starting point of...
New Year’s Resolutions Or Not

New Year’s Resolutions Or Not

I’M NOT A fan of New Year’s resolutions. It’s not that I’m averse to promises of self-improvement. It’s just that the easiest promises to break are the ones we make to ourselves. Resolutions I make are usually made on a...
For the Love of Pecans

For the Love of Pecans

Before the modern era of corporate farming and super supermarket shopping, most south Louisianans grew a lot of what they consumed. What our families could not produce was either bought from overflowing produce trucks that crawled the neighborhood streets or...
Thanksgiving and the Beach

Thanksgiving and the Beach

AHHHH…THANKSGIVING. It’s the reason for time honored recipes, stockpots and wagers on family behavior. The season of familiar relatives, old friends, new acquaintances— and casseroles, dressings, pies, rolls, more pies and tryptophan induced snoozes. It is also time for my...
Water, October And The End of Summer

Water, October And The End of Summer

Water. In my hometown you were never very far from water. It seems as if I’ve spent my life seeking it or it seeking me. The former was preferred as there was no better way to beat the heat. The...
Foodies & Friends – On Anniversaries

Foodies & Friends – On Anniversaries

As journalists, those were our darkest days. There were no lights, no phones, no power—anarchy ruled the streets. Flames floated on water from broken submerged natural gas lines. Tall, black columns of smoke rose from burning, flooded buildings. Citizens roamed...
Jamaica: Gateway to Flavor

Jamaica: Gateway to Flavor

The airplane dipped lower and lower, almost clipping the coconut palm, palmetto and ficus trees, then bounced to a landing. The hand-painted welcome sign across the prefab building, the terminal at the Montego Bay Airport, proclaimed it the “The Gateway...
Foodies & Friends – Boy Meets Grill

Foodies & Friends – Boy Meets Grill

Well, the upside was I didn’t have to call the fire department.   Grilling is the caveman of cooking. I believe a pyromania gene is embedded in the DNA of most boys. The love affair of boy meets grill as...