It has been over a year and half since Hurricane Ike. I thought I had let that go. The house is complete and sold. I am making new friends and memories. However, the stress of something so life changing revisits unexpectedly. This time it was not me, but a friend. When he called and said his house was flooded, he said something that I completely identified with: "I know how bad it is! You can't do anything but laugh! It beats crying!..." Then came a weekend of hard physical and mental anguish and a week of tryng to finish cleanup while holding down a job. I identified totally....
The crawfish boil was an adventure. It is only the second time in my life to eat those tasty little mudbugs. Believe me, I did not really want to have to clean my own, but that is part of it and if you do not clean your own, you do not eat! I ate maybe a tray of tails and closed my eyes when pulling that head off. Pretty soon I had the hang of it, slower than everyone else though. I watched some of my fellow eaters return 3 or 4 times to pile their tray and continue plopping those heads and casings into the bucket beside them. Honestly, my favorite part was licking my fingers when I was done. Yummy and spicy! It is a real treat to be part of a crawfish boil. Thanks DF's family for inviting us all!
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