The early 1980’s. Oh my gosh, I had the time of my life. Young, single, making some pretty good money, I couldn’t have been happier traipsing around downtown Denver in dresses (with shoulder pads – now that style went overboard!) and high heels. I was lucky I had a job that was pretty well protected from the recession. And I was lucky that my friends and I ventured into a little basement restaurant that served up jazzy blues and just about anything you could want that was blackened. I fell in love! And nobody knew more about that New Orlean’s style of cooking than Paul Prudhomme, so here’s the famous Paul Prudhomme’s Blackened Seasoning Spice.
Paul Prudhomme’s Blackened Seasoning Spice
