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Two Whitney's

"What do you do?" I answer that question depending on who's asking.  There's "Regular Whitney" who enjoys selling diamonds, estate jewelry and redesigns. Most often, I'm "Dear Southern Lady" forward.  But then there's "Sporting Whitney". Sporting Whit sells hunts to Argentina. I realize this is unexpected, and I can explain.  My husband, being a sporting and wildlife artist, frequents game fairs throughout the south. I, being a verbose side kick, like to meet new people at these game fairs.  I meet Argentine lodge owner, lodge owner needs a rep, I know bird hunters, boom: 6 years later, and we're basically family.  The outdoor industry has been a wonderful addition to our life. Having boys, my aesthetic has grown more handsome...

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Tarte á la Bouille

As long as I can remember, my grandmother's maid, Emma, would make Tarte a la Bouille pies. I could live on them. They are delicious warm, they are delicious cold. When I think of pies, I think of this. It's much different than what we think of in a traditional pie. This contains custard with a sweet dough crust. (We sometimes call them Cream Pie.)  Emma says she didn't have a recipe. We were all panicked at her funeral.  When I lived in Birmingham in my late 20s, I ate at a "Meat and Three". We didn't have those kinds of words and menu options in south Louisiana. It was good, and I even chose a dessert. One looked so similar...

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(In the key of Paul Revere) James is coming! James is coming!

(Original blog post written by Whitney Lee for Andrew Lee Design in October 2017) As much as it pains me to say it, Auburn alumni have this freakish loyalty to each other. It's like they're cajuns or something. I am caught up in this fraternity of Auburn grads, but I suppose my lot could be worse. I do not hate the fruits and friendships that have transpired because of my second-hand affiliation.  A few weeks ago, Andrew sent a text along the lines of: "James is in Auburn. Might be stopping by." That would be James Theodore Farmer, III. So after reading the text, I did what any respectable lady would do: yell at my kids and threaten them with...

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Jambalaya Recipe

I have the jambalaya recipe that serves 35 people and is prepared in a big cast iron pot over a flame. Your literal blood, sweat and beers go into making it.  This is not that recipe. Easy Jambalaya:  1 lb. sausage 2 lb. shrimp or 1 lb. raw chicken 2 c. rice, raw 1/4 c. bell pepper, chopped 1/4 c. green onions 1 Tblsp parsley flakes (2) 10 3/4 oz cans beef broth (2) 10 3/4 oz cans french onion soup 1 tsp. Tony's  1 stick butter Garlic powder  Pour rice in the bottom of a 9x13 casserole dish. Top with soup, broth, butter, dry and raw seasonings. Stir. Top with meat and garlic powder to taste. Cover and bake...

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The Argentina Bird Tale

Published in Shot Gun Life Magazine, 2019 We closed our bar tab, unplugged phone chargers, and grabbed our sporting hats when our flight was called to board. Menial, yet over-priced, airport champagne was the night-cap I craved for the 8pm flight out of Dallas.  As we boarded the plane, we looked for our assigned seats with such elation that it was borderline over-eager. Settling in my seat, I reached for my notebook, Andrew opened his iPad, and we were ready for the adventure.  I sat next to a professional polo player. He didn’t speak English, and I didn’t speak Spanish. He overheard me asking Siri, “How do you say, ‘It’s nice to see you again’ in Spanish?”  He didn’t love...

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