This weekend I headed down to the bayou for a good ol' fashion Cajun crawfish boil in Houma, LA. The experience was complete with Cajun accents, bayou-dogs, accordions, and gators. OK, there were no gators, but it was a big ol' time.
This is the first (confusing) piece of Cajun culture I encountered. Well, may be it isn't Cajun, but let's assume it is for the sake of narrative coherence. This picture was taken next to a Chik-fil-a near Gulfport, Mississippi. Stop, enter, do not enter. I was able to appreciate the indecision represented by these signs when I saw there was a 5 Guys burger joint behind me. Chicken or Beef? Waffle fries, or fresh cut potato fries? My decision was easily made when I realized that 5 Guys would not open for another 45 minutes. I decided to stop there on the way back from the bayou the next day.
These here's some mudbugs prior to cooking. They were not happy in their cramped quarters.
This was an especially feisty one whom I promised, as a last request, a flattering picture on Neither Here Nor There. Comparing him to the humans behind him, you can see that this crawfish was roughly the size of a grown man and had an armspan of roughly 15 feet.
This here's what 'dems look like post-genocide, after being boiled alive. Red and happy, just like Uncle Jim-Bob after a pint of moonshine.
This is Bayou-dog. A filthy cur who later attacked me. I may or may not have stepped on him to provoke this aggression. I think he wanted this:
These are the sad remains of the crawfish I ate. They kind of look like cicada shells. They also look like little lobsters. I recommend going down to the bayou and pickin' up yourself some of these nummies.
This is the first (confusing) piece of Cajun culture I encountered. Well, may be it isn't Cajun, but let's assume it is for the sake of narrative coherence. This picture was taken next to a Chik-fil-a near Gulfport, Mississippi. Stop, enter, do not enter. I was able to appreciate the indecision represented by these signs when I saw there was a 5 Guys burger joint behind me. Chicken or Beef? Waffle fries, or fresh cut potato fries? My decision was easily made when I realized that 5 Guys would not open for another 45 minutes. I decided to stop there on the way back from the bayou the next day.
These here's some mudbugs prior to cooking. They were not happy in their cramped quarters.
This was an especially feisty one whom I promised, as a last request, a flattering picture on Neither Here Nor There. Comparing him to the humans behind him, you can see that this crawfish was roughly the size of a grown man and had an armspan of roughly 15 feet.
This here's what 'dems look like post-genocide, after being boiled alive. Red and happy, just like Uncle Jim-Bob after a pint of moonshine.
This is Bayou-dog. A filthy cur who later attacked me. I may or may not have stepped on him to provoke this aggression. I think he wanted this:
These are the sad remains of the crawfish I ate. They kind of look like cicada shells. They also look like little lobsters. I recommend going down to the bayou and pickin' up yourself some of these nummies.
2 comments:
AH! i miss having crawfish parties, we use to have them when i lived in texas..
sadly over here in cali, they all come in pre-cooked boiled bags. :(
one day ill invite all my friends and relive seafood bakes!
thanks for the inspiration
(&i lovee to suck on their heads)! LOL yumyumm
Блин)) как же захотелось лета, пивка с раками))
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