juicing recently. We are using my parents’ juicer until we make sure it sticks. He’s loving it; he says it’s fun creating new juicing “recipes,” and they actually don’t taste that bad! So while my mom is no Miss Kay in the kitchen, there are things we can learn from both sides of the family in regards to food.
It’s pretty plain to see the differences in our families, but what you may not realize is that they are alike in the most critical way—our faith. Some of the most important lessons myparents taught me were those of generosity and service. I really can’t remember a time when we didn’t have someone living in our home who needed a place to stay—from struggling single moms with kids to entire families that needed somewhere to live while they got back on their feet. I saw this same trait in the Robertson family, and I loved it. They may not have had as much as we did growing up, but the generosity of spirit and hospitality was there just the same. Their home was always open, and there was always an extra spot at the dinner table for whoever needed a helping hand or just someone to talk to. As it says in Psalm 41:1–2: “Blessed are those who have regard for the weak; the Lord delivers them in times of trouble. The Lord protects and preserves them—they are counted among the blessed in the land—He does not give them over to the desire of their foes.”
My family has been very successful in business, but none of that would have mattered without our faith in God. While we were growing up, my parents would often tell us that all the blessings we had were nice, but if we lost it all tomorrow, we would still be just fine. And I always believed it. I think that is one of the reasons Willie and I were willing to take the risks we needed to with Duck Commander. We always had the faith that if we failed, if we lost it all, we would just shake ourselves off and get right back up. As long as we had our faith and our family, nothing could really hurt us. God has blessed us, life is good, but if the fame and fortune that we’ve enjoyed through Duck Commander were all gone tomorrow, I would still say the same thing: that God is good.
F RIED C ATFISH
Go catch ’em! It’s hard to mess up this recipe. Be patient and wait on the grease; make sure it is hot. When the catfish come out, you only have a few seconds to “hit” them with seasoning. Cut the dark parts out of the fish; they taste terrible.
peanut oil (enough to fill pot to about 4 inches deep)
8 catfish fillets, skin removed
1 tablespoon salt
2 tablespoons pepper
Phil Robertson’s Cajun Style Seasoning, to taste
3 cups cornmeal
1. Heat a fryer or a deep pot halfway filled with oil to 350 degrees.
2. Sprinkle both sides of each catfish fillet with salt, pepper, and Cajun Style Seasoning.
3. Coat fish with cornmeal.
4. Place fillets in fryer and deep-fry for approximately 7 to 8 minutes until well-done.
5. Set catfish on paper towels and add one more sprinkle of Cajun Style Seasoning.
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FREE LUNCH
I AM NOT SAYING THIS BECAUSE I AM IN NEED, FOR I HAVE LEARNED TO BE CONTENT WHATEVER THE CIRCUMSTANCES. I KNOW WHAT IT IS TO BE IN NEED, AND I KNOW WHAT IT IS TO HAVE PLENTY. I HAVE LEARNED THE SECRET OF BEING CONTENT IN ANY AND EVERY SITUATION, WHETHER WELL FED OR HUNGRY, WHETHER LIVING IN PLENTY OR IN WANT. I CAN DO ALL THIS THROUGH HIM WHO GIVES ME STRENGTH.
—P HILIPPIANS 4:11–13
I still remember my first day of school. Kay put me on the school bus and waved good-bye.
Korie: Willie rode the school bus on his very first day of kindergarten! And he wasn’t even scarred for life! I’m kidding, of course, but this did shock me when I first heard it. It was so different from my experience. At our house, the first day of school was a big deal every year, not just kindergarten. Mom would take pictures of us in our “first day” outfits, drive us there, go in and meet the teacher, and make sure we had all
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