05/09/2026
Call Your Mother ☎️
At first glance, some people probably assumed Little Lagniappe was run by some uncultured, crunchy pioneer mama in an apron, elbow-deep in biscuit dough.Yeah, could never be me. 💅
The truth is far more layered than that.
An eccentric, deeply rooted Italian-Creole lady; raised on culture, flavor, storytelling, and the belief that vulnerable moments matters more than perfection. I believe good things belong in moderation (including wine, chocolate, and even happy meals on busy days), children deserve room to think for themselves, and motherhood should never be dictated by force-fed agendas or fear disguised as guidance.
Little Lagniappe was never created just to make money or collect customers. It was built to educate, to nourish, and to create a soft place for parents to land. A place where people can gather, connect, laugh, vent, and exist without judgment.
I know I’m not for everyone.
Neither will my girls.Neither is my mother.Neither was my grandmother.
Or great grandmother.
And somewhere down the bloodline,
every woman before me handed down a little bit of herself---resilience, stubbornness, tenderness, fire, but most of all, a love for cooking and leaving lasting impressions (hopefully more good than bad)🤭. We are all made from the women who came before us.
I wasn’t raised with a silver spoon.Mine was wooden, stained with red SAWWWCE, scraping every last bit from the pot for a little more flavaaaa.🫰
And while I’ve spent my life breaking cycles and healing generations of trauma, there is one thing I’ll always hold onto: the sacred bond built in the kitchen. The heart of feeding people. Loving people. Gathering people.
Because sometimes love looks like a sink full of dishes, tired eyes, loud children, and a table full of food made with your whole soul.
So from one mama’s overflowing sink to another, Happy Mother’s Day.
I hope you know something:
How beautiful it is that we carry the weight of the world together.And here, in this place, you do not have to carry it alone.💖
