Willie’s in town writing sonnets about catfish tacos and summer. Here’s what we’ve got cooking for you at week’s end: Chicken carbonara pasta with bow tie pasta, and catfish tacos with fresh salsa, charro black beans, and jicama slaw.
What We’re Cooking for You at Week’s End
Thursday, August 18
Chicken carbonara on bow tie pasta. Chicken carbonara with bow tie pasta. We have bow tie pasta swimming in a lovely and creamy white sauce with lots of fine friends — oven-roasted chicken breast, mushrooms, garden fresh veggies, and green onions. L. M. Montgomery waxed, “Just to love! She did not ask to be loved. It was rapture enough just to sit there beside him in silence, alone in the summer night in the white splendor of moonshine, with the wind blowing down on them out of the pine woods.” Eating this carbonara pasta is a lot like that pine wind blowing down on young lovers — nostalgic and rapturous, a feeling only broken by the polite smacking of lips.
Friday, August 19
Catfish tacos on lightly fried corn tortillas with fresh salsas, charro beans, and jicama slaw. Take some specially seasoned and broiled catfish, add them to a lightly fried corn tortilla with some jicama slaw, fresh salsas, and charro beans, and you’ve got a rocket launcher for the weekend. Our old friend Willie Shakespeare sonnetized, “Summer’s lease hath all too short a date.” Apparently, the fish tacos he loved so well from the Avon River became unavailable as the summer concluded. So, in classic Willie form, he wrote a poem to express his distress. Yep. And that whole “Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day” bit were his opening lines of excitement for the first taco days of summer. Yep (again). Literary history and catfish tacos.
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You can find our house at 828 Julia Street in Rayville, Louisiana. You can call us at (318) 267-4457.
Thanks for letting us serve you, and may God bless you richly as you sit at the table.
Author Nora Roberts writes in Rising Tides, “There was nothing like a Saturday — unless it was the Saturday leading up to the last week of school and into summer vacation. That of course was all the Saturdays of your life rolled into one big shiny ball.” What does that make the Saturday before school starts? Well, to be honest, a dreadful day for the kids, and a big, fat shiny ball for the parents.