NOLA Chic's Gumbo

Let’s talk New Orleans Gumbo!!! NOLA Chic Cooking Class Part #l

Join me in my New Orleans kitchen as I go through the step of making my Grandmother’s Gumbo recipe that she passed on to my Mama, who passed it on to me.  I’m excited to share a part of my family’s New Orleans cooking tradition and culture.

Every Christmas, well every holiday and or special occasion in just about every New Orleans household Gumbo is being made as a part of the holiday meal.

Everyone has their own version of gumbo and as Chef Kevin Belton stated: ” Your Grandmother may make it this way your Auntie another way, but either way a true New Orleans Gumbo will be delicious.

And I been making gumbo since I was 13yrs old and I have my way and the proof is in the empty pot lol.

In no way am I saying I’m a chef, have the best gumbo or the correct recipe, but this is my Momo recipe and it’s 🔥 💣 in our eyes. I do put my signature touch as well and I honestly can not say the exact measurements, I cook by eye and taste, but I will say this ” always use equal parts oil to flour for the roux.”

NOLA Chic's Gumbo
NOLA Chic’s Gumbo with a side of potato salad. Only a true New Orleanian would understand why the potato salad has to be in the bowl with the gumbo.

Nola Chic Gumbo Recipe
1 cup of oil
1 cup of flour
2 onions
3 bell peppers
1 garlic head
Celery chopped
Gumbo filè (to taste)
Garlic powder (to taste)
Creole seasoning (to taste)
Salt and pepper (to taste)
3 bay leaves
A pack of Okra
Whole Chicken
Mandas smoke sausage
Hot Sausage (rolled into balls)
Shrimp peeled and deveined
Louisiana blue crabs.

Pour your flour and oil in the pot. You wanna slowly stir until you get like a dark caramel brown color. Then you add your veggies (onions, bell pepper, garlic, celery, and seasonings) Let that cook down for a bit…Saute smoked sausage and hot sausage, sometimes I bake my hot sausage.. Fry your okra until the slime is completely out and toss in your okra, one of my followers suggested that it’s easier to bake the okra. I’ll try it next go round.. I make my own chicken stock, gizzards stock and shrimp stock, pour in 8 cups of water, salt, and chicken. Let that cook down for a while or at least till you start seeing a boil. In another pot boil the gizzards in 4 cups of water, salt, and a whole onion. I used the shrimp heads to make my shrimp stock by placing them in cheesecloth, drop it in seasoned boiling water. Once chicken and gizzard are cooked, remove from water, Debone the chicken, chop into bite-sized pieces. Chop gizzards finely, add chicken, gizzards, hot sausage balls, and smoked sausage to larger pot and combining three stocks. Reduce heat. Let that cook for abt 35 to mins. Make sure to remove the shrimp heads in the cheesecloth prior to combining stock and toss. Add Gumbo File`, shrimp and crabs. Cook no longer than ten minutes. Serve with white rice and potato salad. Add additional Gumbo File` to your taste liking. #NolaChic 

Let me know what goes in your gumbo, but please save me on the eggs. 🤦🏾

This is not a full start to finish video, I posted updates as I started each step and you can find them on my blog. I state that “Gumbo is not a soup, because we New Orleanians call soup, soup, but if you need a category I would say it’s more of a stew. But Gumbo is Gumbo to me lol”

Thank you for watching again, Nola Chic👑⚜️😋

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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