He forgot his name too.... So he was re-baptized, Jean Claude. Jean Claude beheld the spatula. He started 'Cooking with Capers'and strip joint in Nawlin's. Creole coursed through his blood but cat herding was his forte. He used his trusty dogpoop scooper to ladle his shrimp and sausage gumbo into his mouth. It tasted pretty darned good with oyster crackers! Now he felt like making scalloped ham & potatoes, his Minnesota bloodline, made him crave it, the pirate / viking bloodline, "BAM!" shouted someone he didn't see. In struts Emeril, naked except for his executive chef's hat, standing stiff on his head appeared, "BAM" look at this! Paula was looking straight at
Emeril's long, skinny, string bean