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Tee-Eva, New Orleans Queen of Pralines has passed away

Tee-Eva of Tee-Eva Famous Pies & Pralines on Magazine St., passed away yesterday at University Medical Center. She was 83.. My condolences to her family. ⚜

The death was confirmed by Geannie Thomas, Mrs. Perry’s close friend and co-founder, along with Antoinette K-Doe, of the Ernie K-Doe Baby Dolls.

Eva Louis Perry, founder of Tee-Eva’s Famous Pies and Pralines, was born and raised on the Glendale Plantation of Colonie, Louisiana. Her voyage to become the “New Orleans Queen of Pralines” began in 1980 when she became an entrepreneur by sharing her grandmother’s family recipes with the world.
Eva began her career in Los Angeles, catering private events for celebrities as well as then-Governor of California, Jerry Brown. Tee Eva, short for “Aunt Eva,” was the name coined by natives of New Orleans. In our familial city, native New Orleanians often refer to respected elder women and men as “Aunt” and “Uncle.” In 1987, Tee Eva returned to the Big Easy and rented a small kitchen located in Mid-City, making her pies and pralines to sell to local restaurants and businesses. A year later, her business grew beyond the small space, and she moved to her first full service kitchen in 1991, with a successful sit-down restaurant. She ultimately found a permanent home for her much sought-after cooking on historic Magazine street in 1994, where the Tee-Eva’s shop has remained for over 15 years.
Eva’s cooking has been featured in countless magazines such as Elle, Home and Garden, Sherman’s Travel, Country Living, and Williams-Sonoma. Aunt Eva also became a television regular via the nationally-syndicated Food Network program “Road Tasted” with Jamie and Bobby Dean, as well as Anthony Bourdain’s cooking show on the Travel Channel. Tee Eva retired in 2000, passing all of her Creole family recipes to her granddaughter, who to this day fully owns and operates the business.

Source: http://tee-evapralines.com/

A native of New Orleans, who left her beloved New Orleans to spend twenty years of living in the land of Minnesota Not So Nice. Minnesota was full of opportunities but would learn that the soul of the state and the people who made it was just as icy cold as the temperatures. After the years and my 40th birthday flew by, I decided it was time to pack up my youngest child and come back to my roots, my birthplace the city that not only birthed me but gave me life. I would not be who I am without my New Orleans beginnings. I am all things that would challenge the belief of growing up in New Orleans. I was a 16yr old teen mother of a premature baby born with a severe medical disability. And only With the help of my mother, was it possible for me to BE! I was able to endure and survive the obstacles laid before my child and me. In a city that was built by my family, but did not allow for us to reap the benefits I overcame. Charity Hospital was my second home — a building filled with miracle workers who made it possible for my daughter to have life. I have lived a life of rainy days with peeks of sunshine, that are my children, including those not of my womb. I'm the proud mother of three and a grandmother of three. My dream was to live the life of the nursery rhyme of ”The Old Lady Who lived in a shoe,” and for the most part, I did. I cared for several children over the years as a special needs foster parent. I would learn that my love was not enough for some children, but I loved them through their pain. I'm not sure if I ever had a case of true love or came close to what love looks like on television, but I had my share of men and the mirage of love. I survived two abusive marriages. Though I longed to return to New Orleans on a daily bases, I must admit my move was one of the best decisions made for me. I am a college graduate; I was a successful entrepreneur. I coowned a soul food restaurant and catering company in Minnesota for 12 years. I developed the talent of creating custom cakes after the murder of my beloved cousin Melvin Paul. He survived Katrina only to go to Minneapolis six months later to be murdered over a parking spot dispute. But with the challenge of creating a simple wedding cake, I was able to find healing. I created the House of Cakes in honor of him. Minnesota life had me pretty materialistic. I worked to the point I do not remember much, but work and handing my children love money. I thought by having the big house on the hill, a husband, having a family, the ultimate provider and being involved in all things that matter, plus having the funds to match would cure me of what I was told was a generational curse of lack of everything from money, love to even self-love. But for the most part, that life poisoned my heart and soul. I was blinded by visions fed to me by the media. I was told I wasn't anything unless I was better than the Jones's. I lived being ok with a broken, bleeding heart. Life like this did not exist in my family while living in New Orleans from what I viewed with my eyes and soul. We may not have had all the things I acquired over the years, but we were happy, we were together. Family outside of New Orleans wasn't family anymore. We lived separate lives and had awkward moments when we bumped into each other in public. I hated living in Minnesota even though life their helped me in so many ways. I felt deep down the only way to repair it was to get back to my roots, my soul, my home, myself, my New Orleans. I'm here, and I love it. Even being in the so-called Blighted Area of New Orleans and not having all the financial and material security, I'm happy. I am determined that She, yes, New Orleans is a woman is just like me; together, we will overcome and will rise from all that tried to kill our spirit. Nothing like starting from the bottom and making your way back up!. I just know in my heart that New Orleans will provide for me. There's a bank account with funds in it owed to me by way of back pay for my ancestors. And I will receive my inheritance, and I will continue the traditions and customs of the old to keep the heartbeat of New Orleans beating. I'm down in the boot, living the life that feels right to me awaiting my destiny...

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