After working on the boat ramp, it was time for a local treat. Gail and I went to “Cajun Boys” to pickup 20 pounds of crawfish. It was packed inside their tiny place; every size, shape, age and race - all craving for crawfish. When they boil the crawfish, they throw in potatoes, mushrooms, corn on the cob. A full meal.
Much like crab feeds in the northwest there is a set ritual. First newspaper is spread over the tabletop, then rolls of paper towels, metal trays and beer. The trays are heaped high with crawfish boiled in a special brew saturated with cayenne. John and Trish, Gail’s Cajun friends, showed me the proper way to eat the little crustaceans. Trish said that this meal would clear everything out of my system. It was riotous evening of fine eating. What a local treat!!
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