I hope it tastes better than the last two versions I tried.
Something dies when an old Cajun denies his roots. But my man Eli had a heart condition and doctor's orders, and started using the dry roux to make his gumbo.
Stuff came in jars, back then, and to be French-snooty we started calling it jaroo. Didn't help none. To both me and Friend Wife it just tasted like burnt flour.