I heart crawfish

Just got back from a trip to New Orleans. Of course we indulged in Beignets at Cafe du Monde, ate a scrumptious lunch at Muriel's (I had a seafood omelet...to die for), some Po Boys at Deanie's (I think it was called), pizza from Slice that I thought was just about the best I ever had. Oooo and Slice also had this BBQ shrimp that could totally get it! But there came that one day where I asked a random shop lady where one could find crawfish. Not restaurant crawfish, but crawfish that comes by the pound in a paper bag already seasoned to perfection. We tracked the joint down on Magazine Street....Little Big Fish or Big Little Fish I don't recall. My heart shattered ever so slightly when the dude behind the counter informed me that they were no longer serving their crawfish and we had to buy them cold. We bought 'em, but that meant a stop at Walmart to get a steel strainer to perch over boiling water to steam those joints. Yes, it was that serious.

You see, cracking open a crawfish and savoring the spicy deliciousness is not just the food junkie inside me but it also reminds me of easier times. We lived in Louisiana for two years from when I was about eleven to almost thirteen years old. We'd lay some newspaper out in the middle of the table and open up the bag of crawfish and go to town! My dad was always a clown, so we'd joke and laugh and act a fool all over a steaming pile of crawfish.

So my girl steamed the crawfish and like I used to do with my family many years ago - we went to work on those things! My friend that we'd gone to visit had her co-worker over at the time and homechick tried to convince me to suck the body cavity part for the "juice." Girl stop! It is never that serious for me. I politely snapped the little crustacean in half and ate the tail only, thankyouverymuch. Eating the first tender little spicy morsel was like an orgasm in my mouth.

It was my intention to have some sent home but I don't know how I forgot to do it! Total travesty!

I Heart Crawfish.