He was one of eight born into a family of sugar cane farmers and talented cooks in rural St. James Parish, sixty miles outside of The Big Easy. It was 1946. From an early age, John learned to cook using what he refers to as the swamp floor pantry of South Louisiana's Bayou Country. It was clear to this budding chef that the bounty of

I was down at the coffee house earlier when I overheard Mrs. Myrtle, our town’s resident old-as-the-hills maid telling her friends about her recent experience at the movies. Mrs. Myrtle had gone to see Courageous but it was sold out and she had to go with her second choice, which ended up being some kind of science fiction something or other. Mrs. Myrtle isn’t into