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While I’m waiting to officially announce my new job, I decided to amuse myself by making these tarts: a riff on Bananas Foster with different flavor emphasis.

These tarts are baked in puff pastry squares filled with a dark chocolate peanut butter base + ricotta cheese + rare bee brush honey + an egg + a kiss of satsuma/orange liqueur…

I sautéed ripe bananas in buttery brown sugar with bourbon and a fantastic local coffee liqueur made by Bayou Rum, with a generous dash of allspice!

The peanut butter dark chocolate base had this perfect pudding texture! It’s always fun when I wing it when baking without a recipe and the results come out 🔥🔥🔥💯

—Chef Chris in New Orleans

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Eh, the angle makes my guts look even more rotund than I am @6’ 225 lbs, but due to my body’s birth defects lacking in side torso muscles my belly always gives me the late pregnant lady look. I use that as my drag alter ego, whose name these daze is D’Fuqua Sey…. lemme hear if you caught my drift. I’m dancing to the tune “I Need You Like Sugar” by the Ibibio Sound Machine from London.

Who wants to see me cut more dancing clips and who knows how far I’ll take things off on a sexy OF page…low subscription hardly any PPV unless hehe it was worth it…

I brought my cute girl terrier, Cosima, to the rally to defend abortion rights today, held in New Orleans. She was reasonably well behaved for her first big event (thanks, Covid…) The tee is from Planned Parenthood, who along with the ACLU (who’ve been fighting for women’s reproductive rights since filing a case in 1929!), and a number of local organizers. This is geaux time to fight for the right to abortion as healthcare, and if the men in your life aren’t repping the cause because it MATTERS TO EVERYBODY then dump him or educate him with the URGENCY.

THIS IS NO TIME FOR HALF-FAST sorta caring about abortion rights and the right to privacy. The USA is slipping into a theocracy run by breeder cisgender plutocrats who own vast fossil fuel holdings that threaten the unborn with unimaginable horrors if we don’t STOP THESE MF’ERS RIGHT NOW!

Step up and be counted. Make sure your dudes are doing this vocal presence protest to defend reproductive rights from now on.

Last night I was reading and listening to music and actually went to bed early because I had an errand early in the morning.

I didn’t know anything when I woke up early about the horrific Alito leak at SCOTUS. I saw a friend’s post here mention abortion rights directly and with a dire emotion, but I was too hangry for dawdling on Facebook when I just wanted some breakfast after a 6:30 am wake-up and now it was pushing almost to 10 in the morning..

So I opened my inexpensive, new Oster waffle iron to give it a try; since one of my housemates had the day off waffles were useful to make, and I had some bananas, a splash of remaining rotgut bourbon that I use in place of vanilla extract, and a great local coffee liqueur by Bayou Rum.

I felt like being the little kid who loved chocolate chip pancakes. The riff on Bananas Foster with the bourbon and coffee liqueur was a success, with allspice instead of cinnamon… I didn’t flame the booze off because my housemate was doing little chores so the bananas needed to simmer and hold steady… no grand gestures of hot skillets and flames were required…

Nonetheless I was feeling optimistic, almost celebratory for myself. The dreadful scab that has encased my left thumbprint in despair for over two months, with surgery and woes, finally took leave. There’s still some deeper gunk beneath the scab to heal up as the thumb has something btw a crater and a dimpled valley of skin, and shows other moderate mangled effects on the nail and tip of the thumbelina, but finally my left thumb isn’t wantonly horrible to gaze upon by either myself nor passerby….

Making waffles always seem to inspire me to methods of madness, so I will like playing with my compact easy-to-clean machine. I am pretty sure I could write recipes for 30 waffle notions in a jiffy, sweet or savory, and in Portland I even ran a few riffs that New Orleans peeps have never seen, such as blue corn waffles with turkey molé or a hash browns waffle that was gluten free and once it emerged from the waffle iron I let ‘em rest until pickup time signaled frying them in a diminutive duck fat fryer…

I almost didn’t write any of this, for once breakfast was leisurely finished and cleaned up a bit, I fired up my devices to social media to read the ghoulish glee of Samuel Alito wantonly demolishing our privacy rights by overturning Roe v. Wade. I am LIVID, yet fatalistic and unsurprised by the Religious Right capturing their Holy Grail of their breeder epistemology based on patriarchy and messianic nationalism.

Obviously anyone paying the slightest bit of attention saw this day coming like a freight train as a result of Trump naming 3 judges to SCOTUS. There will now have to be community based help to create a safe Underground Railroad type of resistance to the Republican states apparatus that will seek to criminalize every sector fighting for reproductive rights.

Despite theoretically understanding that the day to repeal Roe v. Wade might occur this SCOTUS term despite the fraught stupidity of the Mississippi law that stands before the highest court in the land, I was thunderstruck. The vehemence of Alito’s sweeping arguments for bodily disenfranchisement for a woman’s right to determine her pregnancy outcome extends to other laws that invade our privacy to love whomever we wish. It’s a disturbing performance by Alito; indeed, it’s such an unhinged rant that I almost think that somehow some way Alito has lost his mind because he is relegated to the minority opinion. Certainly his patronizing arguments full of folly and historical cherry-picking of ignoble asshats from ye olde English jurisprudence of colonial epochs reflects a loser mentality that is opposed by overwhelming changes to popular culture and democracy majorities in America and around the globe.

Catholic stronghold nations from Ireland to Mexico have recently come around to guarantee the rights to abortion. The arguments that Alito uses are so brutally tone deaf in fascist tendencies that he might as well be Chief Justice Roger Taney issuing the despised Dred Scott decision.

Taney and Alito speak the same blasted language of oppression.

I’m disgusted but unbowed by Judge Alito.

I also know that Alito and however many of his consiglieri on the Court decide to back the destruction of Roe v. Wade will live in historic infamy, where Taney resides. But historic infamy won’t help a woman who deserves and needs the right to an abortion if Alito, Clarence Thomas, and Amy Coney Barrett win the argument with ill-gotten Republican court packing to seize this Holy Grail for American fundamentalism.

Yes, it would be good if the Senate rid itself of the filibuster immediately. It would be great if the powers of the my government hadn’t bent itself into a terrible pretzel logic in so many ways, but this is how *things* are going In These United States.

The other side of the pillow is also clear. People will step up to defeat this power grab by the fundamentalist minority, by whatever means they can conjure collectively.

The stakes are higher than ever to defeat fundamentalism and their science denying complicity about climate change, and the many linked issues to messianic nationalism and the oligarchy of the 1%.…

We will have to each of us find another gear to political engagement that goes deeper than mere social media.

But in the end, we still deserve to use social media for little triumphs such as making waffles because after 2+ months of thumbelina horrors, I only had two days left on antibiotics. Eh, make it one more day, if doc thinks the little crater in my thumbprint can ease on out without more antibiotics, which is 50/50 maybe a few more days would be good to root out the infection.

In these daze I’m all about rooting out the infections that limit our freedoms. I’m just glad that sometime soon I will once again have full use of my opposable thumbs to fight for our rights and to make any kind of crazy waffles that imagination seeks to conjure….

Been collecting some new poems over on Twitter. Poetry is a whole next level thirst trap for your soul, an oasis of emotional revelations you can sip like a thirsty hummingbird plunged into that sexy flower of bone deep truth!

Local street visible art in my neighborhood….

Some of you might know that I injured my left thumb pretty badly on the Sunday before Mardi Gras, so just before the beginning of March. It’s been ongoing ever since that time, quite the saga. I had surgery on my malingering thumbelina two weeks ago, and later today the stitches get taken out, and tomorrow I begin with hand physical therapy. For a chef, not having a useful left thumb meant no work, and it has been a rather bewildering situation to endure. I’m not completely healed up enough to resume cooking at a professional level, not yet.

Hopeful the healing stays on target and that I get a timeline for being two-handed again soon! Then I can start my new endeavors as a popup artist and writing my first cookbook, as for now even typing is strange to do much less cutting or lifting things….

Moving into my sweet new “mother in-law” cottage in the Marigny Triangle all this week, which is more liberating than it is discombobulating (but it’s plenty of the latter condition, too 🤪🤪) photo #3 is a new creation: pimento cheese + bacon beignets made with choux pastry, left to setup to feel tacky in texture for a few hours, then naked they geaux into the deep fryer. These beignets are molten cheesy when hot outta dat fryer, so they actually taste better about 5-10 minutes later and are still tasty an hour later. While that’ll pose questions for restaurant service (guess I’ll have to eat more while watching for their optimal eating moments…), these doohickeys are AB FAB to serve at parties!

The other food photo #2 shows my lemon snowball cookies, teensy domes of a really simple + versatile cookie dough that required a 3/8” scooper to make. I had to figure out my lemon confectioner’s sugar since I didn’t use lemon powder, but it all was good in my ‘hood with a different approach. I love this style of cookie, also known as wedding cookies, but now that I’m newly single I ain’t thinking about weddings hahaha…it’s New Orleans where it won’t be snowing so let’s have us sum lemon snowball cookies! I really want these dainty morsels to accompany an absinthe sugared creme brûlée in The Very Near Future…

If you’re looking for a deceptively delicious red wine that accepts a chill really well while still maintaining its strength, look no further than the Schiava grape in Northern Italy from the Trentino or Alto Adige regions. Like a lotta Alpine reds that are aromatic in the nose with meadow flowers that appear to be delicate, these wines have a wonderful, lingering finish that keeps on satisfying your palate. At first, one might mistake this Schiava from the Cembra cantina in Trentino, Italy for a rosé. Then upon tasting it, dressed in a stained glass cathedral hue of red, one quickly realizes that this Schiava finishes with a strong grip that allows all the Alpine flower scents to stick around to haunt your tastebuds until the next sip of this mighty fine Schiava.

This is a surprisingly affordable wine choice, too. I scored it for just $15 in a posh natural wine shop. I have long loved any Schiava that I’ve been lucky enough to find, with the Mayr iteration grown within the city limits of Bolzano and distributed by the Louis/Dressner portfolio serving as my first love affair with Schiava. I dunno, in Germany the same grape is known as Trollinger and it drinks like a distant cousin of Gamay without the heft. But in the mountains of the far north of Italy, Schiava doesn’t add any more heft in terms of weight, but in aromatics and tension between fruit, flowers, and acidity these Schiava offer a completely different kind of taste cathedral that is bewitching and perfect with so much food from shrimp remoulade to salami and sliced charcuterie, and is a rare red wine that can play against bleu cheeses without getting into an argument over which has more tannins. Great with many cheeses, and versatile with fish to spiced vegetarian dishes and honestly a juicy streak wouldn’t mind if this pretty mountain wine was riding shotgun for the flavors!

Schiava, y’all!! Get to know this wine….