Adventures in Paradise, and Other Lesser Places

Video Blog: Cozumel

adventurepodcast@gmail.com (Bill Toth) — Fri, 15 Jun 2007 17:20:00 +0000

Tendering--that is, having to take a small ship into shore--is a negative for most ports. The reason is, if it is rough, you will not make it into port and you end up with an extra sea day.

Some ports have docks. Some only tender. And some, like Cozumel, do both. On the way back to the ship, the seas were rough enough to have wrecked the gang plank. Luckily, no one was on it at the time.

Some Further Thoughts on Costa Maya

adventurepodcast@gmail.com (Bill Toth) — Wed, 13 Jun 2007 23:20:00 +0000

First of all, Costa Maya was better than we had expected. But it is an artificial situation. This is all brand new and fabricated. It's been called the "Disneyland of Mexico." Not that there are rides, or anything. But it is what the tourist would expect Mexico to be.

In the long run, this is good for the Yucatan Peninsula and Mexico in general. It is helping their economy and it has already brought electricity to an area that had none. But it is also bringing cultural changes. Out in the countryside, where the indigenous Mayans live, the effect is ironic: Mayans living in traditional houses made of sticks and leaves have satellite dishes attached. They could never have done this prior to the government running the electricity to the coast.

The beach here (right in Costa Maya) is non-existent. There is a nice pool. But the beach is supposed to be better down the road in the fishing village of Majahual. There are, reportedly, some excellent bar/restaurants there.

One of the top things to do there is to connect with one of the tours going to the Mayan ruins of Chacchoben. We can really recommend the tour given by David and Ivan (two local Mayans). Our tour was conducted by Katarina, who was fabulous. We came away with a deep understanding of both the ancient and the present Mayan culture.

Video Blog: Costa Maya

adventurepodcast@gmail.com (Bill Toth) — Sat, 02 Jun 2007 04:07:00 +0000

The Grandeur of the Seas docks in Costa Maya.

More on Sea Days

adventurepodcast@gmail.com (Bill Toth) — Fri, 01 Jun 2007 13:57:00 +0000

Not everyone enjoys sea days. Some people just want to be somewhere--the journey is a mere bother.

Those who do enjoy them either have the temperament of someone who would have gladly sailed on the great trans-Atlantic liners of the 1940s, or are spring breakers. And you have to give the spring breakers some credit here: they know how to enjoy themselves. On sea days, they sit huddled around the the pool and bar. Alcohol and the sun suffice for them. Still ... I have to refer to an anecdote told by Jamie and Veronica Snyder on their great podcast, Crowncast.

It was on a recent cruise that they took on Royal Caribbean. It was near the end of the cruise and they were getting on one of the glass elevators in the Centrum. The elevator door closed with a swish and they realized that two young ladies, spring breakers, were in the elevator with them. One of them was crying. But it wasn't because the cruise was coming to an end. It wasn't because of a romance gone bad. What was the reason? She didn't have enough money to pay her bar bill.

We've noticed similar sights like this ourselves. They always lead to frantic cell phone calls to mom and dad.

Grandeur of the Seas: Sea Days

adventurepodcast@gmail.com (Bill Toth) — Sat, 19 May 2007 00:25:00 +0000

Literally, a sea day is a day on board ship when you are not in port. What is it like?

The Captain's voice comes on the PA system and he tells you that the ocean beneath you is a mile deep. Or more.

You have a great desire for a deck chair, a pair of sun glasses, and a 32 ounce Foster's.

You sit at an an outside table near the Windjammer Cafe, sipping coffee, listening to the steel drum band playing near the pool, writing your thoughts down in a notebook.

You order afternoon room service (free) and romance ensues.

Miami Redeemed

adventurepodcast@gmail.com (Bill Toth) — Wed, 16 May 2007 23:56:00 +0000

In downtown Miami, located at the edge of Biscayne Bay, is a shopping complex named Bayside Marketplace. Most sophisticated people think it is too slick, too un-Miami "cool," a place to be avoided. That's probably why I like it.

One of the attractive things about Bayside is that they have a small square and bandstand where local indie bands--usually Latin--play for free. People get up and dance--salsa, samba, etc. Young people. Old people. Whoever. The rhythm, the beat and the sensual grace of the dancers is captivating. Latin music is at the very soul of the culture in Miami. If one of the communities in greater Miami is having a block party (Coconut Grove, for instance), you can be sure to hear exciting Latin music and people dancing. They go hand-in-hand.

There are about 150 shops at Bayside, including restaurants and a Hard Rock Cafe, a 150 slip marina and charter fishing boats.

Just down Brickel and over the small drawbridge spanning the Miami River is a small, raunchy bar/restaurant called Tobacco Road (try the Death Burger there). It is one of the oldest surviving bars in Miami and a former hangout for Al Capone.

Sunset Drive (72nd street) in South Miami is another example of one of the charms of some parts of the Miami area: small shops, small interesting restaurants. Most of the smaller restaurants have sidewalk tables as well as indoor seating. One example is Deli-Lane, a small, award winning restaurant specializing in breakfasts. There is also the tiny Morning Call Bakery, featuring great coffee and awesome croissants (try the almond, though the chocolate croissant is good also). They, too, have outside tables. (for a recipe for croissants, click here The Food Network).

Then there is Coral Gables with the haunted Biltmore Hotel and the nearby Venetian Pool. The entire community of Coral Gables was planned by George Merrick, who favored the Mediterranean Revival style.

The Venetian Pool--a frequent location for fashion shoots--has grottoes, cascading waterfalls, and architectural elements that mimic Venice, Italy.

The Problem with Miami

adventurepodcast@gmail.com (Bill Toth) — Tue, 15 May 2007 23:28:00 +0000

I've been gone for a week and thus, no posts. Before I get back to my exploration of my Western Caribbean cruise, I need to say a few things--both positive, and negative--about the city I just returned from: Miami. First, the negatives.

One of my daughters lives in Miami, so I have been there periodically over the years. Here is an anecdote about her that will best introduce my first topic. She bikes her way around the city, often peddling from South Miami to South Beach. A couple of years ago, she was riding her bike, pulling out of a parking lot when an SUV struck her and sent her flying. The woman driving the SUV rolled down her window and berated her violently, blaming her for getting in her way. And then drove off. My daughter then had to literally crawl into a nearby business which finally allowed her to make a call. She called her boy friend who then transported her to the hospital. She was on crutches for a couple of months after that, but luckily suffered no permanent damage.

Not so coincidentally, Miami was named today the top city in the United States for road rage--for a second year in a row. See the article at CBS News. But this is not road rage in the usual sense: people are not (as far as I know) pulling guns on fellow motorists after being cut off. In fact, cutting people off is considered good driving in Miami. Barely missing slamming into other cars is considered good driving. Honking the horn at someone when he or she is actually obeying the law and driving safely--this too is considered good driving. It makes it not only the top city for road rage, but also the rudest, most impolite city in the country.

I can guess at the trigger for all of this (I won't dignify it by calling it a "cause"). It is the I-95 corridor. It seems that the majority of the traffic in Miami is funneled down a single highway. It is incredibly busy, spilling over into the side streets and feeder highways. Never have I been on residential side streets that have so much traffic. But people have choices. Your surroundings can destroy your character or make you stronger as a human being. Many of the people in Miami (at least those in their cars) have a creepy kind of evil about them. They have made their choice.

A second problem with Miami is the aforementioned unfriendliness. Miami is only incidentally an American city. It is a Latin American city--which, as I'll mention tomorrow, is also one of its greatest strengths and charms. Everywhere you go--grocery stores, shopping centers,gas stations, restaurants, hotels, people are speaking Spanish, not English. It is charming, but at times it crosses over to what feels like contempt for the gringo.

Many of the hotels on Miami Beach (to some extent Miami Beach must be seen separate from Miami in more ways than geography) have horrible reviews. Rudeness is always at the top of the list of complaints. One of my theories (and only a theory) is that Macho is still a strong part of Latin culture. When you put a vibrant Latin man in a service industry role, it does not compute well.

Tomorrow, some of the things I love about Miami.

Norovirus: What Is It?

adventurepodcast@gmail.com (Bill Toth) — Thu, 03 May 2007 03:02:00 +0000

In my last post, I mentioned "norovirus." This is one of the things that scares many people away from taking a cruise. But just what exactly is norovirus, how dangerous is it, and how prevalent is it on cruise lines?

According to the CDC (Center for Disease Control), noroviris is the stomach flu. You know, barfing and...well, you know.... This is not some strange, rare disease that will put you in the hospital. But cruise ships take it seriously. If you come down with it, the ship's doctor will quarantine you in your cabin--not that you will feel like waltzing around the ship anyhow. And I have been on a ship concerned with norovirus. They will put bleach everywhere and not allow you to get any of your food on your own; everything will be ladeled onto your plate if you are going through a cafeteria line.

According to the Cruise Line International Association, "It is estimated by the CDC that 23 million Americans contract norovirus every year, or one in every 12 people, when less than one in every 3,600 cruise passengers has actually been affected by norovirus."

Julia Street Dock: Embarkation

adventurepodcast@gmail.com (Bill Toth) — Wed, 02 May 2007 00:26:00 +0000

There are two potential boondoggles when you go on a cruise: embarkation and debarkation. Both have the potential for being a total nightmare--a nightmare, at least, if you hate long lines, being wanded by security, losing your luggage, and uncomfortable surroundings.

This day, the weather for embarkation was sunny. We arrived by car and ended up parking almost at the top of a multi-tiered parking garage ($12 per day to park). From there it was a fairly short walk (while pulling luggage) to the terminal.

The Julia Street Cruise Terminal itself has the architecture of a warehouse. It is not elegant, but we have been in worse. At first, everything went well. We did, though, have to swear that we did not have any flu symptoms (cruise lines are hyper about Norovirus). Then the wait began. And the lines waiting to get on the ship got longer. People began to get irritated. And then things got worse. By now, boarding should have begun and everyone knew it. What in the world was going on?

We had arrived early and so were at the beginning of one of the lines. Then, to our surprise, a Royal Caribbean official came up to us and said that anyone who was not a V.I.P. (meaning a member of the Crown and Anchor Society) had to get immediately out of the line and go the end of the line next to us. I looked to the end of that line. I squinted and looked again. It was a long way off.

Other people started to complain. "Why hadn't you told us about this earlier" they asked. "Where is there a sign saying Royal Crown Society Only?" The officials were saved from at least a verbal pummeling by the fact that at that very moment the lines started to move.

Then cruise justice stepped in. Someone at the front of the other line grabbed us. "Dude," they said. "Merge in here." And we went with the flow.

New Orleans: Port of Embarkation

adventurepodcast@gmail.com (Bill Toth) — Mon, 30 Apr 2007 03:17:00 +0000

So what's important to know about New Orleans?

First of all, the things that tourists have always loved about the city are still there-- almost totally (from a physical standpoint) unaffected by Katrina: the Garden District and the French Quarter. True, the eastern portion of the city (that closest to Lake Pochartrain) was--and is still--devastated by the hurricane. And true, a lot of the people of New Orleans have undergone a diaspora--a dispersion to other parts of the country. And true, there are not enough cops in the city; the crime rate in certain categories has increased. But the typical tourist is not even aware of these things.

What is really important to know about New Orleans is that it represents a way of life: music, good food, and an environment that encourages the creative spirit. It is not Disneyland, but it is a cultural gem to be savored. Try the crawfish pie; try a Mufalatto sandwich; listen to the street musicians; savor the Mississippi River; go to a bar where a New Orleans jazz band is playing; enjoy Jazzfest; enjoy the Noise Parade; be entranced by the museums and art galleries; try the coffee and beignets at Cafe Du Monde; listen to the steam calliope from the paddle wheeler Natchez.

If you want to get the pulse of New Orleans--warts and all--subscribe to these two podcasts:
Blogging New Orleans: podcast.bloggingneworleans.com/rss.xml
and
New Orleans Podcasting: neworleanspodcasting.com/rss/NewOrleansPodcasting.xml

Introduction to Our Western Caribbean Cruise

adventurepodcast@gmail.com (Bill Toth) — Wed, 25 Apr 2007 22:32:00 +0000

The above video is of the embarkation of our ship, the Grandeur of the Seas. In the coming days, I will have posts describing and critiquing this cruise.

We left the port of New Orleans on March 3, 2007. This was a Western Caribbean cruise with stops on Grand Cayman, Cozumel, and Costa Maya. The cruise line was Royal Caribbean.

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Diving for Goats, St. Thomas: Part Three

adventurepodcast@gmail.com (Bill Toth) — Tue, 24 Apr 2007 22:05:00 +0000

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Here was a scene with faint echoes of Jules Verne. Like the diving suits hanging from the walls of the Nautilus, our equipment was lined up on a rectangular wall. We backed into our equipment; it was placed on us by the employees and adjusted. The walk across the beach and into the water was awkward, to say the least. Movement, of course, is easier underwater, but it can be strenuous even there. Experts say that scuba diving burns 574 calories per hour—more than whitewater kayaking, more than surfing and only slightly less than mountain biking.

We walked into the sea until the water was up to our chest. Now it began. We submerged.

It seemed such a simple thing beforehand—how could breathing through a mouthpiece be difficult? But we had been warned that most people would suck air like it was the last breath of life. It is—to put it mildly—unnatural to take a breath underwater. Logic is overtaken by instinct, which screams loudly: “This is a shortcut to the worm farm.”

We stayed in the shallows, practicing various skills: recognizing hand signals, recovering a lost air hose, clearing our masks of water. Then our guide signaled to follow and we began the swim into deeper water.

We were told to relieve the pressure in our ears every 10 or so feet of descent (I don’t remember the exact distance) by pinching our nose and blowing through it—just as you do in an airplane. I was religious about it, and everything seemed to be going well. My wife, as I would find out later, was having more trouble than I was and nearly quit, but at the last moment, equalized the pressure and reduced the pain.

At first, the bottom was just sand, nothing spectacular except for the dappled lights shining on the sandy bottom. I focused on our guide, who had a line running out from a yellow spool on his hip. The line went to the surface, no doubt to a buoy or marker keeping track of our position. We would find out later that they also had a diver floating on the surface watching over us. Safety was a prime concern.

There was that sound—familiar from the movies—of underwater breathing and bubbles rising to the surface. But otherwise, silence. This was truly a “blue world,” a whole new dimension. But I can’t say that everything was comfortable at first. I’m not sure that the weights given me were correct; it was often hard work just keeping at a level depth and it took some effort to descend. My wife had an exceptionally hard time; she kept bobbing toward the surface, but our guide was able to adjust her weights.

We made our way to a small reef that had a pole going to the surface—likely as a navigational beacon warning boats where the reef was.

The reef itself, though not huge, was more like my Jules Verne expectations. There were plenty of fish and some unusual (for us) sea life. Our guide pointed them out, handing some to us to hold, including one that seemed to me to be a dinosaur sized daddy long legs.

We saw no sharks, nor even barracudas (as we once had while snorkeling in Key West). By now, my breathing was normal and I was very comfortable except for a very dry mouth—no doubt from sucking huge quantities of oxygen early on.

We probably spent about 45 minutes diving. The swim back to the shore was uneventful, but getting out was just as awkward as walking in.

We hung around the beach and soaked up the sun sitting on the warm sand while the other groups finished. Coki Beach, though small, is beautiful. Today it was packed with noisy families having a great time. Back on the bus, our friend who had panicked was all smiles: he had gone again with another group and this time he had made it.

Today’s dining theme for lunch back on the ship was “island foods.” We sat in the buffet area, next to a window showing us the bay and mountains surrounding Charlotte Amalie and talked about what we had accomplished while we made runs up to the serving area, sampling the local fare.

My wife came back to the table carrying a bowl of steaming food. She was absolutely expressionless as her fork dove into the food.

“It’s goat stew,” she said, looking not at me but at the pieces of meat floating in the gravy. “Excellent.”

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Diving for Goats, St. Thomas: Part 2

adventurepodcast@gmail.com (Bill Toth) — Tue, 24 Apr 2007 01:22:00 +0000

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The romance of scuba diving, for some, has its source in the old Lloyd Bridge’s TV program Sea Hunt. But for me, the draw is not from that black and white world of dumped weapons and submerged cars, but from Jules Verne’s Twenty Thousand Leagues Beneath the Sea, the world of Disney cinematic color, the world of Ned and his harpoon and the mysterious island home of Captain Nemo’s Nautilus. Throw in the documentaries of scuba innovator Jacques Cousteau and childhood days in my small, local library paging through the magazine Skin Diver, and you can understand my attraction.

We were met by the staff of the dive club. They quickly gathered us on a small, concrete patio lined with metal folding chairs and began to educate us using flip charts on an easel. All of the instructors had that slightly wild look to them, the look of people who dance to their own, eccentric beat. And it was obvious that they all loved what they were doing—pretending that they were fish. The lessons themselves had several messages: this is fun; this is dangerous; some of you will make it; some of you will not.

Our final instructor—unbeknownst to us at the time—would also be our guide in the water. He was young, with long blond hair. He might have been a good-looking California surfer, but he had a slightly seedy look. Surprisingly, he was effective as a teacher. He was charming and witty.

How, I wondered, did all of these Americans and Europeans end up living and working on this island in the Caribbean? Some people run away from home to join the circus. Others, no doubt, prefer the sun, the sea and the good rum. Still, most of us lead a very patterned, very social life. And thank heaven. The world needs its patterns, its ways of assuring existence, sustenance and growth. But God bless the free spirits, as well.

Even though we were only diving to forty feet (the maximum without your certificate), the effects of pressure were still the most critical problems. Our blond haired instructor emphasized this: “If you have bad sinuses, you should not be doing this. You will be in excruciating pain and will likely rupture your eardrums.” I have bad sinuses. I have the worst sinuses in the world. I have the worst sinuses in the universe.

My wife looked at me with one with one eyebrow arched and sighed. She knew that even if my eyeballs dropped out like gumballs from a machine, I was still going to do this.

They split us into small groups; not everyone could safely dive at the same time. Those not in the initial dive—including us—were given free use of snorkel equipment and…dog biscuits.

The fish off Coki Beach have to be the fattest fish in the world. We put on our snorkel equipment and leisurely floated out, carrying our dog biscuits. “They’ll flock to you when they notice the dog biscuits,” they told us. And I’m sure they explained how to properly hold the biscuits—but I seem to have missed that point.

Beautiful fish—it seemed like hundreds of them, like a big flock of underwater seagulls—blue stripes on yellow. I held a biscuit out like you would for a dog and within a split second, it was all gone, including all of the skin from the end of my finger. They sucked it right off. Biscuit, finger—it was all the same to them.

It was time, I decided, to float back to the beach. We sat down next to a lawyer from Orlando who had been in the first group. She hadn’t made it; too much pain in her ears. She told us about the land speculation going on in the Orlando area and how property prices were becoming impossible. Then, like a Marine shot at water’s edge during an amphibious assault, a slightly overweight gentleman stumbled out of the sea and dropped to his knees, gasping and holding his chest. His air tanks nearly pulled him backwards. We went over to help.

“I’m ok, I’m ok,” he said. “I just panicked.”

Now we had a foursome. “It was while we were practicing emergency procedures in the shallow water,” he said. But we never got to hear all of the details. Our group was up next.

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Diving for Goats, St. Thomas: Part 1

adventurepodcast@gmail.com (Bill Toth) — Sat, 21 Apr 2007 20:51:00 +0000

Cruise Dock, St. Thomas,
originally uploaded by Adventures in Paradise.

“That goat is getting strung up,” she said.

We were driving on a winding road on the side of a mountain on the Caribbean island of St. Thomas. We had come from the cruise ship docks through the town of Charlotte Amalie. Because this is part of the United States Virgin Islands, there was, of course, a McDonalds in town. But because this is still the Caribbean, there was also a Rastafarian with braided hair in the parking lot of the McDonalds, waving to us.

The view back towards the harbor, on the other hand, had been spectacular and exactly post card reality: beautiful flowers, gorgeous blue-green water, green mountains and huge, classy, colorful cruise ships docked in the harbor. From the sea, St. Thomas is one of the most beautiful islands in the Eastern Caribbean. It looks like the mental vision one has of the volcanic islands of the South Pacific: very green, jagged teeth-like mountaintops. Exotic, romantic.

It was when we topped the mountain and started our descent towards Coki Beach that we saw the goats. They were in a fenced in area near a tree. Out of the corner of my eye, it just looked like a goat with its front paws up on top of the fence. But my wife insisted that the goat was strung up by a rope, ready for slaughter. But we had no time to be sure about it; the bus sped forward around a curve towards our own uneasiness: our first time scuba diving.

We had no certificate and had never even been close to an air tank. It had seemed a great idea, a new adventure. And for me, it was the fulfillment of a childhood fantasy. But one stupid mistake, and you could be seriously injured or even killed.

“There you are, enjoying your life and the next thing you know, it’s over,” she said, shaking her head. Was she talking about us, I wondered, or the goat?

The view around us now turned into what might be called “local,” the behind the scenes reality. We were out of the United States so we didn’t expect to see an American standard of living (and certainly the United States has its slums). But the amount of loose garbage in people’s yards was appalling, to say nothing of the derelict cars. And we had the island of St. Maartens (both the French side and the Dutch side) to compare it to. This was bad. The good news, on reading some recent articles in the St. Thomas newspaper, is that the local government has voted money for increased sanitation and has begun a campaign against abandoned cars. A favorite sport in St. Thomas is to drive (or push, pull) an unwanted car into town, park it, lock it, and leave it.

Then we gradually came down again to where the sea meets the land. To the right of the road was a misty bay with a finger of mountains jutting out and a series of small islands with miniature volcanic mountains. As we came to sea level itself, Coki Beach was to the left. And there, with a white sign printed in red and blue, was the Coki Beach Dive Club. Part of the sign was missing, but in red and white it announced, “No experience needed.”

Paradise at Paradise Beach, Cozumel

adventurepodcast@gmail.com (Bill Toth) — Thu, 12 Apr 2007 00:28:00 +0000

A free beach umbrella, free beach chairs, and free admission. Located on a Caribbean island near the Yucatan Peninsula and Cancun. Buckets of cold Dos Equis. Nachos covered in gooey cheese--with hot peppers on the side.

An enticing ad? No, it's the real deal. This is the winning recipe at Paradise Beach, Cozumel, one of the bargains of the Western Caribbean.

Just a short taxi ride ($14 for two people) south from the town of San Miguel, Paradise Beach is a strong contender with Playa San Francisco and Playa Palancar. When you cab pulls up, you are greeted by one of the staff and invited to choose a place on the beach. A waiter will soon be there to ask you if you want to order. On the plus side--they don't hard sell you. It is a very easy going atmosphere. There is no fee, but they do ask you to spend at least $10 per person while you're there. The owner, Tom, is a from Canada. He makes sure that the atmosphere is friendly and the bathrooms and changing areas are immaculately clean.

What are its weaknesses? If you are interested in snorkeling (one of the main draws of Cozumel), there are no close by reefs and thus not a very interesting sea bottom. The best place to snorkel is right off the dock. There are a fair amount of fish there and the sea bed has an earthquake style rip in the bottom. It creates a miniature valley which the fish are attracted to. You can rent snorkel equipment and pay to use some of the water toys, but we just brought our own snorkel equipment. This, I think, is a good idea if you're going to spend any time in the Caribbean. (Unless you are a very strong swimmer, be sure to purchase a vest as well.)

Cozumel has become one of the major stops for the cruise line industry. The big draw is shopping and snorkeling. There is a small Mayan ruin on the island, but it isn't very impressive. The island originally belonged to the Mayans and was used as a ceremonial site for Ixchel, goddess of fertility.

What put Cozumel on the map in modern times was the French underwater explorer and inventor, Jacques Cousteau. He claimed that Cozumel's reefs were some of the best in the world for scuba diving.

Paradise Beach

New Orleans and Creole Cooking

adventurepodcast@gmail.com (Bill Toth) — Sun, 08 Apr 2007 04:20:00 +0000

Question: What takes 2 pounds of sugar, the juice of a dozen lemons, a quart of strawberries, a pineapple, a bottle of champagne, and a bottle of white wine?
Answer: A Champagne Punch (Ponche au Vin de Champagne), New Orleans’ style.

Such is one of the recipes from Sue Laudeman’s cookbook, Elegant Entertaining Along St. Charles Avenue: Authentic Menus and 1890’s Recipes from the Garden District of New Orleans.

I had a chance to go to a series of lectures by Laudeman during a recent cruise out of New Orleans. She works for one of the museums in New Orleans, the Historic New Orleans Collection located on Royal Street. During the lectures she discussed Creole cooking and the history of New Orleans. One of her passions is for the culture of Creole cooking to survive--despite the pressures of modern society, and despite the diaspora caused by hurricane Katrina. Here are a few of the recipes from her book.

TOMATOES STUFFED WITH SHRIMP (Tomatoes Farcies aux Chevrettes Bouillies)
Slice the tops off desired numbers of fresh tomatoes. Scoop out the inner membranes with a spoon being careful not to break the outer skin. Turn upside down to drain. Remove the shells and veins from boiled shrimp. Mix with chopped celery, a couple of hard boiled eggs, a few chopped shallots and a tablespoon of drained capers. Mix together with Remoulade Sauce (see below). Serve on a plate garnished with French endive leaves. Chill and serve.

REMOULADE DRESSING (Sauce Remoulade)

2 Hard-Boiled Egg (Yolks). 1 Raw Yolk of Egg.
1 Tablespoonful of Tarragon Vinegar
3 Tablespoonfuls of Olive Oil
1/2 Clove of Garlic, Minced Very Fine.
1/2 Teaspoonful of Prepared Mustard (Creole or Brown)
Salt and Cayenne to Taste.

A Remoulade is a cold sauce. Put (3) hard boiled yolks into a bowl, and mash very fine, till perfectly smooth. Add the mustard, and mix well. Add the seasonings, vinegar, and salt and Cayenne to taste. Then add the olive oil, drop by drop, working in the egg all the time, and then add the yolk of the raw egg, and work in thoroughly, till light. Then add the juice of half a lemon. Mix well, increasing the quantity of oil or vinegar, according to taste, very slightly. If the sauce is not thoroughly mixed it will curdle.

Then for dessert, have strawberries and whipped cream(Creme Fouettee aux Fraises).

1 Pint of Sweet Cream (Whipping or Heavy)
2 Tablespoonful of Powdered Sugar
6 drops (1/8 tsp.) of Jamaica Rum
1 Pint of Strawberries. 1 Cup of Sugar

Whip cream which is very cold with two tablespoonfuls of powdered sugar and 6 drops of rum until it firms. Set on ice to keep it cool and firm. Stem the berries, sprinkle nicely with white sugar, and set aside for several hours in a cool place. Serve with the whipped cream. Dish the berries first and heap the cream prettily on top.

You can obtain Sue Laudeman's book at http://www.hnoc.org.