I am from Dallas, but please don’t hold that against me–I married a cute little swamp critter from New Orleans. It was during one visit to the West Bank that I got to taste her grandmother’s red beans and rice, and I’ve been perfecting this dish every couple months since then to keep her from getting so homesick. I tried one time with store red beans and won’t be making that mistake again. For the last 15 years we have lived in Southern California, so every time we visit home or the in-laws come to visit, we always pack our bags with many pounds of Camellia red beans, some cajun shake and some crab boil. Thank you for keeping the beans consistent all this time! Looking forward to many more pots of “home”.