I remember fishing for crawdads in the cow pasture ponds at the end of our dirt road growing up (...speaking of rednecks), but it never crossed my mind that anyone would eat those nasty little beasties, let alone have a party for the purpose of eating them.
Yet somehow, that's exactly what we all did Saturday evening.
First they were alive in a bucket:
Then they were cooked, but still eerily reminiscent of giant cockroaches:
It shocks me to admit this, but they were surprisingly tasty. I've held off on posting this, in the event of massive gastric regret, but we've officially lived to tell the tale consequence-free!
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| Four out of five ophtho residents in my cohort approve of crawfish carnage. |
Mmmmmmmmm. Giant cockroaches. It's a party.
I totally had parties like that growing up! Before we boiled them, we let them crawl all over the front lawn. :-) Then we ate their tails with butter. I think it was a "Dad and his bachelor friends" idea that Mom didn't sanction, but it's good for memories.
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