We are going to a craw fish (crayfish? Crawdad?) boil at my husbands hunt club. In a thunderstorm. Now I might be excited about this if it were a grilled steak thing but seriously,....
Will let you know how it goes. And if I am forced to eat this boiled shit, then you can bet when it comes time for me to puke, it will most definitely wind up in someones lap. I'll make sure of it.
5 comments:
Maybe you didn't mean for this to be funny, but it had me laughing.
I'm twisted like that.
Sorry, if you're in pain, but it was funny....
I was laughing too! Enjoy your crawfish. I hope all the laps make it home clean. :-)
Your new blog design looks fantastic!
Yuk, when I was a teen we caught a bucket of crayfish out of Lake Tahoe and thought we were in for a big feast that night when all the parents went over to see a show at South Shore. There was one guy who thought they were great and the rest of us gagged. (This was, quite possibly, due to the fact that non of us had the slightest idea of how to cook them!)
All right, as a southern girl I have to defend the crawfish. Now, I'm not sure if you're going to have them New Orleans style with all those yummy Cajun spices, but crawfish done the right way, are just the best thing in the whole world.
And, a true Southern girl sucks the heads. I do. Seriously. I am not trying to be all double entendre bad. Sucking the head is the best part, it's where all the juices are.
Mudbugs! Give me something I don't have to work at.
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