From Crap Safari to Gumbo ain’t that much of a stretch. Recipe

As with every family, ours collects crap, too. Boxes and boxes of it. We stash it in the hidey-holes of the closets, under beds, atop laundry shelves, in garages and sheds. One day, we felt it was time to purge through some of the boxes. Michelle’s Father had passed away in 2003 and we still had not gotten to the boxes collected from her childhood home. Perhaps for psychological reasons or perhaps we knew we would find 1000 plastic cigarette lighters, military medals from branches of the servi (...)