Charlie Brown is practicing his kicking, C. S. comments on mosquitos, and Charlotte Brontë drops by for some lovely prose. Here’s what we’ve got cooking for you to slide ever-so-slowly out of the summer: Louisiana red beans and rice, brisket tacos with fresh salsas and jicama slaw, chicken pasta primavera, and a shrimptastic po-boy Friday.
What We’re Cooking for You This Week
Tuesday, August 23
Special made Louisiana red beans and rice with hot water cornbread and house salad. Our red beans come fully and deeply flavored, cooked in our own house-made smoked ham hock stock that will totally set the week in motion. Seems just like yesterday, but 47 years ago in August, a whole bunch of folks met in a farmer’s field in a place called Woodstock to make some crazy history. Lots of music, food, dancing, tents, and big hair expressed the peace and love of those last days of the 1960’s. They didn’t have any beans, though. Probably would have to rename the event Ka-boomstock. Yep, you know what we mean. Come join us in getting the week started just right with some red beans and rice since Mondays just never seem to get it right.
Wednesday, August 24
Brisket tacos, charro black beans, cilantro lime slaw, and fresh salsa. Our overnight brisket chopped and served on lightly fried corn tortillas with charro black beans, lime cilantro slaw, and fresh salsa will help you rethink the traditional taco. Most folks north of the Mexican border know little about the mariachi culture and their excited and emotional gritos. A grito (which literally means “shout” in Spanish) signals a feeling of joy that can only be expressed in an unintelligible cry of wonder and excitement. Some folks might say, “Hallelujah,” “Yee-haw,” or “Woo-hoo.” Well, these tacos will have folks giving the gritos on Wednesday.
Thursday, August 25
Chicken pasta primavera served on angel hair pasta. Well, take some chicken breast, add some some fresh veggies with a delicious sauce, and lightly sauté it with angel hair pasta, and voilá, you’ve got a great dish to lead you into the weekend early. Charles Schultz wrote in his immortal comic strip Peanuts, “Whenever the sun is shining, I feel obligated to play outside!” This pasta primavera is the kind of fresh goodness that makes you want to leave the confines of the office and play outside. Come join us, Charlie Brown is practicing (and flipping) his way through two-a-days football kicking practice. Snoopy may even buzz us in the Sopwith Camel. And, for those who need a little boost, Lucy will offer her psychiatric help (she’s gone up to a $.10, though). All that in some fresh pasta and sunshine.
Friday, August 26
Shrimptastic Friday: Barbecued shrimp stuffed po-boys or fried green tomato and shrimp po-boys with house-made remoulade sauce. Take a half-size po-boy, hollow the bread to make a bread cave, stuff it with our own New Orleans style barbecued shrimp (prepped in loads of butter, white wine, and saucy spices), cover it with barbecue sauce, and grab the napkins. Or grab our fried green tomatoes, add some shrimp sautéed in our barbecue sauce, our house salad with house-made dressing, some remoulade sauce, and you’ve got a little more than a po-boy, you’ve got a “Whoa-boy.” Our sagacious friend C. S. Lewis totally nailed it when he wrote, “Nor am I greatly moved by jocular inquiries such as, ‘Where will you put all the mosquitoes?’ — a question to be answered on its own level by pointing out that, if the worst came to worst, a heaven for mosquitoes and a hell for men could very conveniently be combined.” Well, we’ve got a little bit of heaven in the po-boys, but we’re not quite sure what it means for the shrimp. Come join us at the end of the week!
Have a look: Stone House Eats Standard Menu!
Stone House Eats Bread Baked Daily
Lunch Served | 11am-2pm Tuesday — Friday
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.
Emily Brontë shares in Wuthering Heights, “Gimmerton chapel bells were still ringing and the full, mellow flow of the beck in the valley came soothingly on the ear. It was a sweet substitute for the yet absent murmur of the summer foliage, which drowned that music about the Grange when the trees were in leaf.” Church bells beckoning across the bayou, softly murmuring summer foliage…sounds wonderful. Add the persistent, insidious hum of squadrons of mosquitos wreaking bloody havoc in the verdant battlegrounds around the house (we won’t talk about the chemical warfare of bug repellants here), and it sounds like a lovely late summer evening in Louisiana. We think Emily and Charlotte would have enjoyed it in spite of their long dresses and corsets.