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@schmittie, I can’t get anyone to give me their own recipes....
Sounds about right.
My father is from Mississippi, and Food® was very, very important to him and his seven siblings, a handful of which settled in the Bay St. Louis area.
My family lived in upstate NH when I was small; my father's sisters would make a semi-regular trek to visit us.
(For our part, we'd semi-regularly make the drive to MS, always in August, the five of us and the dog in a car without air conditioning [not yet a universal Thing]. Ie, "Let's go to Hell." But, I digress.)
I remember the first time I encountered "Gumbo," hearing the word for days and days before my aunts descended on our northern abode and began to produce the same.
The build-up was intense, the anticipatory energy and cussin' profound, until days later it was Gumbo Time.
The huge pot was set on the table, the ladle plunged and slowly lifted.
My small self took one look at what appeared to be various creature parts and unknown plant forms ascending from the blackish depths, and bolted.
Now? How I would love to taste what they deemed worthy of that level of concentrated fuss.
I'll bet it was very, very good.
~ P.