Where the Sweet Olive Grows
My former round the corner neighbor Brandon moved to New Orleans a year-and-a-half in the past. In leaving, he managed to depart both my neighborhood and my lifestyles surprisingly impoverished. The guy can cook like no person I've ever met and if that weren't sufficient, inside of him lurks a the exceptional tale teller I've ever regarded. The man can spin a yarn out of skinny air at the same time as whipping up a batch of Hoppin' John so excellent it's going to convey tears in your eyes. In New Orleans he is found a home to say the least. If not anything else, New Orleans is a town where exceptional cookery and exceptional tale telling are nonetheless held in excessive esteem and he fits right in.
In Brandon's thoughts and in his phrases, a secular assignment like grocery buying turns into an epic tale of the overcome hardship. A cab ride via Faubourg Trem? Becomes a myth to rival those of the Ancient Greeks. Two days with out air con within the stifling heat of a Louisiana July becomes an opportunity to percentage a recipe for the wild bananas that develop inside the Delta.
I've been begging him for years to please write down his tales and at lengthy last he is commenced a blog. I wander off in his posts, certainly. Brandon's a proficient, natural author of uncommon expertise and New Orleans is a richer location with him there.
And now, thanks to his blog Where the Sweet Olive Grows , the world can be a richer place at the same time. Give him a read if you're looking for a chance to daydream about city that exists on the fringes of myth to begin with.