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Fettuccine and Shrimp in Bayou Cream Sauce

[by Dan Stout]

fettuccine et crevettes en sauce à la crème bayou

Begin by placing the Seasoning Mix in a small bowl. Refer to page 842 for Seasoning Mix ingredients. Glance at the clock and roll your eyes as you wonder how many more detours you’ll find in this recipe.

Place the ingredients for the Cream Mixture (a single 12oz can of evaporated milk and ½ cup cream cheese) into a blender and puree until smooth and creamy. Announce that you’ll have dinner ready soon. Listen for a reply. When you hear only the sound of the television, peek into the living room to make sure she’s still there. She is. Continue reading Fettuccine and Shrimp in Bayou Cream Sauce

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Cheticamp Brigadoon

[by Keith Skinner]

Through the windows of the Doryman Pub, I watched the storm batter the coast, the same deluge that had raged since early morning and showed no sign of waning. Wind-driven breakers clawed at the ragged  scarp of Chéticamp Island, an oblong stretch of offshore land that was both the town’s namesake and it’s only shield against the Gulf of St. Lawrence. Continue reading Cheticamp Brigadoon

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Ostroushko and the Red Book of Tunes

Peter Ostroushko is a gifted musician best known for his mandolin and fiddle playing and as the musical director for A Prairie Home Companion. We sat down with Peter recently and had a wide-ranging discussion about music, dancing, and culture. In this last of four installments Peter performs with guitarist Danny Gotham a selection of tunes from the book […]

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A Beautiful Song

[by Bill Vernon] With the fluid plucking of strings, Diane Grey imagined a circle of white-and-black costumed Greek men emerging from the walls and in a shoulder hold dancing, circling around as she, in white athletic socks with cushioned soles, slid in time to the music left and right across the room while dry-mopping the oak […]

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Losing My Muse

[by R.C. Davis] Easels stood, watchful sentinels on the market sidewalk, defined by the surrealistic paintings pinned to their spindly bones. The artist sat motionless, her interest on the cigarette in her fingers. The smoke rolled skyward, no breeze to disrupt the moment. She could have easily been a self-portrait. I turned to walk away. Her […]

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