An introverted woman of a certain age sells her house, gets rid of her stuff, and goes rootless.
Showing posts with label steen's sugar. Show all posts
Showing posts with label steen's sugar. Show all posts
Friday, September 19, 2014
Lafayette, Louisiana: Sweet Baby Breezus!
Awhile back, one of my kind cultural informants introduced me to The French Press Cafe in Lafayette.
The menu seduces with smooth south Louisiana charm:
I remember my very first encounter with the sensual pleasure of a spoonful of Steen's Syrup. It felt like the shocking rush of a narcotic. Or what I imagine such to be. Not a substance to play with.
Saturday, March 8, 2014
Abbeville, Louisiana: Steen's Sugar
| Steen's Sugar, Abbeville, Louisiana |
You know how a shot of alcohol or caffeine can hit you right away? I didn't know that sugar - make that pure cane syrup - can pack a similar wallop.
| Steen's Sugar, Abbeville, Louisiana |
The Abbeville visitor center docent gave me a spoonful to try. Hoo-doggies.
| Steen's Sugar, Abbeville, Louisiana |
My friend and I would have enjoyed going on a tour of Steen's Sugar Mill in town, but it was closed.
| Steen's Sugar, Abbeville, Louisiana |
I like its commercial art.
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