'Tis crayfish season in the south, and that means Crayfish Boils. One of Travis's coworkers hosts an annual Crayfish Boil party, and we were invited. For the uninitiated, a Crayfish Boil is a party where you eat crayfish. Hundreds of pounds of crayfish. You buy them live in giant 50 pound mesh bags, wash them, season them, and dump them into giant pots of boiling water with potatoes and corn and sausage. When the crayfish are done cooking, you drain them, and dump them in a giant mound on long tables covered with newspaper. Then everyone gathers around, and digs in. You grab a crayfish, snap it's head off, suck the meat out of the body and tail, then suck the brains or guts or whatever out of the head. Toss it on the table and pick up another one.
I may never be the same again. For a Utah girl, who is accustom to church potlucks and zucchini exchanges, this was quite an eye opener.
Travis was in heaven. Jared liked them, except the seasonings were a little spicy. Megan was grateful for the tray of chicken nuggets. Although crayfish aren't really my thing, it was a beautiful day and a lot of fun to be out, mingling with people.
When we first got there, the kids were scared by the buckets of live, snapping crayfish, but by the time we left, Jared was picking up the escapees and dropping them back into the buckets. He was pretty proud of himself.
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