Necessary Roughness

The Bossier City field camp held a crawfish boil to celebrate a certain time without a “lost time” accident.

I had been to a crawfish boil at someone’s house before, but this one was catered, and the crawfish were a little bigger than I remembered. Most were probably about 5 inches in average length after the tail was unrolled.

I’m not one of those people who can break the tail, peel the tail, eat the tail, break the head, suck the head, all in about 2 seconds. No, I break the tail, peel the tail, clean the intestines out because it looks seriously gross, and then eat the tail. I don’t suck out the head. I know that’s where most of the spice is, but I’ll let someone else have it. One would think someone who could eat 40 wings in a sitting in his heyday would be a little less ginger with crawfish, but not me. Because of this I have to eat alone, or else I’ll be laughed back into Texas. I also take so long that the crawfish get cold. Ugh.

Thankfully there was also some catfish. Pass the tabasco.