What Was Louisiana Chef Paul Prudhomme Cooking?
Years ago, a friend of mine warned against eating red jambalaya while in New Orleans.
Turns out it can be a witches brew with menstrual blood in the stew.
He swore up and down that a classmate of his was trapped in a woman’s home in New Orleans, unable to muster the willpower to escape because of the red jambalaya she fed him.
“She put roots on that dude, man!”
I didn’t believe his story until I read this ditty about Louisiana Chef Paul Prudhomme getting shot while setting up a cooking tent:
He shook his shirt sleeve and a .22 caliber bullet fell to the ground, a spokesman for the Jefferson Parish Sheriff’s Office said.
Deputies believe Prudhomme was hit by a falling bullet, probably shot about 9:30 a.m. from somewhere within a 1 1/2-mile radius of the golf course, said Col. John Fortunato. Prudhomme did not require medical attention.
“He thought it was a bee sting,” Fortunato said. “Within five minutes, he was back to doing his thing.”
Witnesses said the bullet cut Prudhomme’s skin on his arm and put a hole in his white chef’s coat. But Prudhomme continued cooking until he left the course about 3:30 p.m.
Some people think it’s because Prudhomme is a fat fuck. But I know better.
It’s the roots.
And that’s not a cookbook.
It’s a spellbook.
That is, if you can break the Prudhomme code!
I don’t think your cholesterol is up to the challenge.
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