Born and raised in New Orleans area, I consider myself a true Cajun. Love the South and do not think I could live anywhere else. I cook a lot of Italian, since my mother was Italian and Creole and Cajun since I live in the Deep South. I love to cook stuffed artichokes, oyster dressing, and baked macaroni like only Southern cooks can. I once cooked for a fund raiser and was told to prepare for only 50. Well, I did prepare for more and good thing. Everyone that attended not only bought their meal, they bought another plate to go. I was very proud. Oh, well, this was many years ago. I was young, 19, and only married a month when for Thanksgiving at my Aunt;s house, I was told to bring baked macaroni. I fixed it and baked it and set it on the table with all the other foods. When my dear uncle scooped it up in his plate, I saw he was looking at and not saying anything. Then he put it in his mouth, and it went crunch, crunch. Every one started lauging, and asked if I boiled the macaroni before I baked it? I cried, of course, and my wonderful, sweet uncle, just kept eating and telling me he liked his crunchy. It took me a long time to live that down, but it was funny.