When I was about 12 years old, I had dinner at the home of a good friend from school. Her dad was making Jumbalaya, which I’d never heard of.I asked her what it was, and my friend told me that meant her dad was cleaning out the fridge and putting everything in a pot on the stove for dinner. Having never been to the American South, I really though my friend’s dad made up the name because all the leftovers were jumbled together in one pot. | |||||||||||
Visiting New Orleans for the first time in my twenties, I was shocked to discover it’s a real dish. I now love Jumbalaya, but I can’t take the spiciness with which most restaurants make it. | |||||||||||
This version, I call Couyon after the Creole word for foolish person; it’s like Gringo Chili: lovingly meaning that it’s a non-authentic version that still captures the essential flavors and isn’t too difficult or precise. | |||||||||||
In the fashion of Mr. Malek, it often comes out best when you use whatever leftover veggies you have on hand. In the photos, you can see I used peas this time. You can also use thin slices of chicken breast in place of the shrimp. True Louisianans will encourage you to add celery and okra, too.
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