{"id":12572,"date":"2012-11-08T10:42:35","date_gmt":"2012-11-08T15:42:35","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/crankymouse.com\/?p=12572"},"modified":"2012-11-08T10:53:02","modified_gmt":"2012-11-08T15:53:02","slug":"gumbo-smoked-sausage-and-shrimp","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/crankymouse.com\/index.php\/2012\/11\/08\/gumbo-smoked-sausage-and-shrimp\/","title":{"rendered":"When You’ve Gotta Gumbo: Smoked Sausage and Shrimp"},"content":{"rendered":"

A hearty, stick-to-your-ribs recipe for gumbo stew, packed full of smoked sausage, shrimp, okra, and served over rice.<\/em>
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There is something you should know about me. I am slowly going insane because I used “gotta” in the title above. Gotta is not an appropriate way to say anything, but “When You Have to Gumbo” is lacking the musical alliteration quality of the current title. Please overlook this grammatical foible as a form of creative license.
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foi\u2022ble, noun
\n: the part of a sword or foil blade between the middle and point
\n: a minor flaw or shortcoming in character or behavior : weakness<\/em> – Merriam-Webster
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I have many foibles that could be attributed to my person. Some are larger than others, but I hope you can learn to overlook them and look at me as a package, complete with faults and inconsistencies and\u2026oh, I didn’t put fil\u00e9 powder in the gumbo. I went the okra route. Hopefully not a dealbreaker.
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The process of making gumbo involved a random sifting through the recipes available on the internet. I read through the lot of them, made a few notes, and then plucked bits and pieces from several sources, collecting and collating until I came up with something that sounded a bit different than what was available and a bit similar to what was traditional. Oh, and it involved ingredients I generally have on hand, hence the lack of certain ingredients for which I hope to be forgiven. No one cares, right? Good.
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\nGumbo is one of those meals that makes a lot of food. Easily doubled, it feeds a crowd. The most difficult parts are chopping (that’s what husband’s are for) and then having to smell it for the hour or more that it’s simmering away on the stove before you can dig in.
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