In LITTLE GALE GUMBO, there’s a scene where Camille shows Ben how to cook gumbo. Like Ben, I learned how to make the famous New Orleans dish from a reliable source: my husband Ian, who is a native New Orleanian and an incredible cook.
I thought it would be fun to have him share a bit of his experience growing up around so much great food.
Tell us about yourself. I was born and raised in New Orleans, and my roots in Louisiana run far back on both sides of my family. My great-grandmother grew up in Houma, Louisiana and spoke only French until she was fifteen when the family moved to New Orleans. One of my favorite stories of hers was how she became Episcopalian which was very unusual for a Cajun. Her family lived so remotely that when my great-great grandfather became gravely ill, the only priest who ventured into the swamp to console him was the Episcopal priest, so when my great-great-grandfather recovered, he switched to the Episcopal Church.
Why do you think food is such a central part of New Orleans culturally? I think it’s a pervasive part of all cultures to have food at special gatherings of family and friends, so New Orleans isn’t unique that way. The difference with New Orleanians is that food is the special occasion and they don’t need the excuse of a holiday or some other big event to eat extravagantly. The vast majority of family gatherings I remember as a kid were because my grandfather got 40 pounds of crawfish or someone gave him a bunch of blue crabs or oysters or whatever was in season at the time.
What are some of your earliest memories of food? My grandparents always made huge vats of gumbo and froze it, so they would always have a bowl of gumbo waiting for me when I came to visit, chock full of blue crab bodies still in the shell.
Crawfish boils were also a big part of growing up. My grandfather would cook the crawfish in these huge tin wash bins and I have very distinct memories of watching him and being amazed at the amount of cayenne pepper and salt he would pour into these boils. Whole jars of cayenne. Then when they were done cooking, he’d
dump the steaming crawfish out onto three picnic tables lined up end-to-end and my cousins and I would sit around them and it was always a race to peel the crawfish before they were all gone.
Your grandfather was a shrimper in Lake Pontchartrain for many years. Did you ever get to go with him? Lots of times. What I remember most was getting up at three in morning and getting out on the water and it would be completely dark. While we were trawling, I can remember sitting under the bulkhead and I couldn’t see anything—all I could feel was these big waves hitting the hull and I remember being certain we were going to sink. Then by the time light came, we’d be finished trawling and my job would be to pick the crabs and the fish out of the shrimp. You had to watch out for the small crabs because their pinch was the worst.
Tell us something people may not know about New Orleans food. New Orleanians are not purists when it comes to their food. I remember my grandfather started putting his etouffee over pasta instead of the traditional rice and it became quite popular among his fellow shrimpers.
What’s your favorite New Orleans dish to cook and your favorite to eat? Definitely gumbo. To me, it’s the one dish I most associate with growing up in New Orleans. But I miss those blue crabs.
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When Ian isn’t teaching his wife how to make traditional New Orleans dishes, he’s teaching Biology and Anatomy.




Fun and interesting post, Erika. Ian really took us there. How does he survive being away from his home with its shrimp boats and crawfish. Now how fun would that be to sit at a table loaded with them?
I wonder if I could substitute something else like shrimp, or maybe peanuts, and do that here in the midwest. . .
Hi Christine. Actually one of my favorite things about the crab boil was the corn and the potatoes–and oddly enough, before we moved here, Erika and I were living literally in the middle of a corn field in Indiana, so I can’t believe I never thought to try one there. The spicy and sweet of the corn when cooked in crab boil is quite delicious.You can buy the crab or seafood boil spices already boxed in most grocery stores if you want to give it a try with just the corn and potatoes, or whatever other vegetables you want. Whole heads of garlic are another favorite.
I could listen to the stories of growing up in New Orleans all day. What a rich heritage and wonderful memories of family and food. It’s barely nine in the morning and my mouth’s watering for those spicy, seafood dishes. Ah, shrimp and blue crabs. The ties that bind! Such a lovely post. Thanks for sharing!
If–when!–we get to Atlanta, we’ll have to whip you up a batch of gumbo, Kimberly. Any excuse!
This is a great post! It was great fun getting to know Ian a little and hearing about his memories growing up. I love that his parents always had (have?) a bowl of gumbo for him ready when he visits; I do the same for my son with lasagna. I also love that his family didn’t need an excuse for the family to eat extravagantly or have crawfish boils — such wonderful memories to bring to your family in your life together!
Hi Julia! Now if I could just convince Erika’s parents to have a lobster waiting for me every time we visit Maine, I’d be all set…
“The difference with New Orleanians is that food is the special occasion…” I love that line. It’s terrific to have so many fond memories associated with delicious food. I enjoyed hearing Ian’s point of view. It must have been great to have him available for all necessary “research.”
Olive is one lucky gal to be in a house with so many good food smells. Reggie wonders if she ever gets any leftovers.
Jackie–Erika wanted me to tell you to tell Reggie that Olive wishes he were here to enjoy the leftovers her 14 yr old digestive system no longer lets her enjoy.
But she does get a little lagniappe now and then. She’s still pretty fast on her feet when the cook spills…
What a great post! I really can’t imagine peeling those little crawfish (though I don’t know why as I have no problem cracking king crab legs). Your husband has a rich history. Now, how about offering gumbo samples to all your readers? :0)
By the way, I’m about halfway through your book and it’s a really good read! Enjoying myself immensely.
Thanks so much. As far as peeling goes, the key to eating crawfish is to get the tail out and suck the juice out of the head in 5 moves or less. In my heyday, I could average 20 a minute. You had to be fast to get your share!
I have friends who lived in Louisiana for a long time (they too had to leave after Katrina), and I fell in love with the culture although I have never visited the place. Thank you for sharing more about it, Erika; I want to go sometime and eat beignets at Cafe Du Monde!
I hope you get to visit, Jolina. I’ve been relieved to see that many of the parts of New Orleans that made it special have been preserved after Katrina–including Cafe Du Monde, which believe it or not, may not have ever closed! It’s a little expensive outside of New Orleans but the CDM coffee is available in many grocery stores if you want to give chicory coffee a try!
What a great interview! Would you believe I’ve never heard the word “trawling” before? I can just imagine what it sounds like coming off the tongue of a native. I also think “The only priest who ventured into the swamp…” would be a great first sentence to use someday.
Thanks so much! And I love that story of the priest because it perfectly captures how isolated the Cajuns were in the swamps–and not that long ago either.
Your hubby cooks? Perfect. Does he have a Cajun accent too?
That bowl of gumbo looks delicious. What fun in-laws you must have. With all that cookin going on the parties must be wonderful. I agree with Macdougalstreetbaby…there’s some good stories there to be mined. Fun post!! Only thing that could make it better would be a receipe! Maybe at some future date??
Hi Cynthia–would you believe I’m from the one part of New Orleans that doesn’t have a distinctive accent? On more than one occasion I’ve been accused of not being from New Orleans because I don’t have the strong accent–but the one thing that always gives me away is that I say New Orleans as one word–and, as Erika will tell you, I can talk your ear off. And of course, eat.
This is wonderful! And it’s making me very hungry. Big shock, right?
Thanks, Lisa. You’re talking to a New Orleanian–trust me, I’m ALWAYS hungry. And even on the rare chance I’m not, if you put a bowl of gumbo in front of me, I’ll gladly eat it.
I love the story about the priest. And agree that it would make a great opening scene for a novel. It is NANOWriMO, Ian . . .just sayin’.
This was so great Erika (and Ian) —- a glimpse through another door. I’m with Downith, loving that priest. And it’s strangely cold here this morning so I’d be having the gumbo in the photo for breakfast.
Beautiful memories from our childhood. Like Ian, I inherited that cooking gene. I love the whole process from start to finish. I never really understood my grandmother Addie’s desire to feed everyone, but now I recognize that the “cook” reaps the rewards. Watching our family feast on meals created out of love is one of the greatest feelings. Folks like Ian and I live to nurture others from the inside out. The joy of Louisiana cooking runs deep in our family and is a gift to be treasured. Bon Apetite my love!
Thanks for sharing this Erica. It is always fun to see inside an author’s life. Ian, I love NOLA and the interview with you made me realize that I am long overdue for a visit. And I’m also hungry!
How are you and Ian at making beignets? That’s probably my favorite New Orleans food. I still remember nostalgically my lone visit to the Crescent City in about 1990. It was during a torrential tropical downpour, but my friend insisted upon showing me the French Quarter and having me sample some of the city’s famous fare. We went out for crawfish. Being new to the delicacy, I made the mistake of wiping my watering eyes, which only got more cayenne in them and made me even more teary. It’s the closest I have ever come to being pepper sprayed.
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