We have some friends here in Houston with whom I rowed in college (in Philadelphia!). Every year they have a huge crawfish boil and every year Mark has to work that day. This year he decided he was calling out sick if necessary, but fortunately the planets aligned and we got to go, free and clear! These friends take food seriously and they lived in New Orleans for several years, so they have their technique down and it was a real treat for us.
This guy was the night’s lone survivor; he was found cruising around the driveway long after the last pot was dumped onto the table:
Me with my friend Crawford:
We stayed until cleanup, and Mark got to bring home a doggie bag (or two):
I’m so jealous. My shellfish allergy prohibits me from enjoying a good crawfish boil. Sadly, I had enough before my allergy was diagnosed to know *exactly* what I’m missing!
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