Some potentially good news about Our Lady of Good Counsel. I should have been at this march, but I misread my e-mail and thought it was happening today instead of yesterday. I'm not crazy about the pastor-sharing plan -- I like Father Pat and would much prefer to keep him as our full-time pastor -- but, assuming we don't get some hateful fanatic priest, it would certainly be preferable to closing the church altogether.

Weather permitting -- the events take place in a partially-covered courtyard, so a heavy thunderstorm could shut things down -- Chris will be cooking again tomorrow at St. James Cheese Company on Prytania, this time from noon to 5:00. Here is his menu. Due to scheduling conflicts, he probably won't be able to do this again for a while (if ever), so if you're local and miss his cooking, do check it out.

Speaking of missing Chris' cooking, we were talking about the Delachaise a couple of days ago and I mentioned that, from time to time, people have accused me of liking and even seeking out drama. He was surprised because he knows that drama is one of the last things I want in my life. I told him (and will tell you now) that while I don't enjoy drama, I'm not afraid of it, and I think people sometimes mistake that for drama-whoredom. I actually dread drama and try my best not to start it, but if someone starts drama with me, I'll give it right back to them -- usually more than they bargained for. Well, I've long said that if you want to be a cook in New Orleans, you have two choices: you can work for Brennans or you can work for idiots. This isn't true across the board, but it's true far more often than it should be. Even if I don't start out thinking Chris' bosses are idiots as I did with the Delachaise owners, I usually come to that conclusion sooner or later, which is why with his next job I think I'm going to reinstate my former policy of not commenting on the place at all -- no positives, no negatives. Since he has his own blog now, he can talk about it as much or as little as he wants to, and since he's not a hothead like me, he probably won't say true-but-tactless things about the owners getting drunk and scratching their balls.