My Great-grandma was a Creole from East Baton Rouge Parish -- half black, half Cherokee, half Mexican (she wasn't very good with fractions). So I know gumbo. It clashes with the Norwegian part of me -- lutefisk and red beans, yukk.

But coincidentally, I just ate chicken noodle soup for dinner.

Which raises a more important question: Why are we all home on a Saturday night, instead of out gigging??

/smurf
Brad


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