Thanksgiving Cooking & Girl Talk with NOLA Chic & DaTwist Mastr: New Orleans Stuffed Bell Peppers & The No’s of Potato Salad

I know some of yall Old School Cooks have your tables set🍽, pies and cakes 🥮🥧in the oven, seasonings chopped, turkey 🦃soaking in a brine or injected with some flavorful concoction and praying So-So doesn’t realize his “Lil Taste” in his/her cup has been watered down🥃😂🤣

Last year Jelahn and I went LIVE as I cooked a small meal for us and all of you seem to enjoy it so much I decided to share it again.

I wish those of you who have been trying to replicate my version of My Mama’s New Orleans Style Stuffed Bell Pepper luck this year. I think I was very fair in showing my lil secrets, but I can’t give my entire recipe, because I might enter some type of Stuffed Bell Pepper Contest in the near future…

As hard as it is be Thankful for your life and the trials and tribulations you endure; in my lil world I counting on all this pain to bring about something fabulous. NOLA Chic ⚜️



Native of New Orleans, who endured 20yrs cruel Minnesota Cold, I decided at 42yrs old it was time to pack up my then 6yr old and come back to my roots. I am all things that would challenge the belief of growing up in New Orleans. I was a 16yr old teen mother of a preterm 2lb baby girl born with a disability. With the help of my mother who had her own struggles. We survived the obstacles laid before us. I'm the proud mother of three children with two failed adoptions, as well as a grandmother of three, two grandsons and a granddaughter. I survived two abusive marriages. I successfully ran a soulfood restaurant and catering company in Minnesota for 12 years. I started 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.  I put my all into my cake business over the years as House of Cakes was started right out of my house in honor of him. I thought by having the big house on the hill, a husband, having a family, foster/adoptive mother at that, being involved in all things that matter, plus having the funds to match would cure me in a sense; but most of it poisoned my heart and soul. I had a broken heart and 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'm loving 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'm down in the boot, but I know I have a nice floppy hat awaiting my destiny...

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