Edward P. Jones’ story Bad Neighbors, on the intertwined questions of class, identity, and values in a Washington, D.C. neighborhood, is riveting. I have dirty rice from the store on the corner, and the fall afternoon is beautiful.
The radio is singing, “It takes a worried man, to sing a worried song / I’m worried now, but I won’t be worried long.” That song, Worried Man Blues, has been recorded in many versions.
It is Friday, Oxalá’s day. Here is a crowd of his followers, dressed in white.
Axé.
coldhearted scientist وداد 
I looked up how to make dirty rice on the site you provided. When I was a kid my father would cook us dirty rice and short ribs. The liver seems to turn a lot of people away, but I don’t mind it in small doses. When I had to travel from Houston to Gulfport once a month in the late 80s, I would always stop at Exit 80, off of I-10 in Crowley, LA to pick up some frozen boudin from a place called Cajun Way. It was nice because they had a drive thru and sold it fresh, frozen, or read to eat (warm). I always had at least a 10lb order from my co-workers.
I need to read more about Oxalá. Several bloggers have mentioned the situation.
Dirty rice and short ribs, that’s what I had gotten Thursday for lunch, but it turned out to be enough for three meals! Houston to Gulfport, that’s more or less my radius, although I never seem to go to Crowley…I like the boudin at the Best Stop in Scott.
For a while I was working in Illinois although still based here, and once in a while I would fly down for just a day or two, to get business done. I would arrive early in the morining, and the cab drivers at the airport would have just picked up breakfast, “would you like some boudin, ma’am?”
Oxalá, yes, me too. There are a lot of useful concepts from candomblé which have seeped into Brazilian culture generally. For certain situations, some good expressions are “keep a wooden face”, “close your body [to outside influence]”, and “do not let anyone else make your head for you”.