Chicken Creole Connection

When I was writing this post about my life long love affair with a chicken creole recipe, my mind was traveling back to those days in the 70’s on Gazette Avenue.  Our next door neighbors, Ric and Judy Seaman, were in school and in much the same financial boat.  We would take turns making a special dinner, so that we had the feeling of eating out.  I still have recipes from Judy.  And this is the wonderful thing about the internet.  Out of the blue, I receive this note:

“Connie, somehow I just jumped onto your recipe blog page for Chicken Creole. I almost died when I read it!  We still use that recipe too!  Such good memories of us buying chicken when it went on sale and using it every way we could think of… I recall it going down to $.10 a pound on rare occasions and of jamming our little freezers as full as we could. To this day Ric won’t use tarragon because I made him eat so much Chicken Tarragon, but we all still do love Chicken Creole. Our kids were raised on it too!  How funny (yet great) are those memories of our little apartments on Gazette!”

She went on to mention the ducks I raised on our deck; I hadn’t thought of them in ages.  If you read this, you’ll see that some things never change!  Those were times of no computers (computers only lived in large, climate controlled rooms!), no smart phones, and no television.  Televisions were invented, we just didn’t have one.  Recreation was hikes in Red River Gorge (photo above) and canoe trips.  Do I want to go back to those times?  Nope.  I love my technology.  And I love being able to afford to go out to eat occasionally.  But it was nice to visit those times through a recipe.   And more importantly to connect with someone who shared those times and Chicken Creole.  Do you have a recipe with a story?

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