To Everyone Who Thought We Was In Louisiana...
We was in Chicago. It was Katie and Peter's "what seems to have become an annual" crawfish boil. It just looked like Louisiana for a day in the big windy city.
I remember the good old days when crawfish were not just real readily available close to my home. Getting some live ones involved a drive over to Mauriceville which was then known and may still be as the crawfish capital of Texas. Live crawfish were 75 cents a pound and it was about a 3-4 hour round trip. These Chicago crawfish were shipped in from Natchitoches, La. They left at about 2pm Friday and arrived in Chicago at 11am Saturday. They were alive, kicking, very clean and delicious. Form the looks of the courtyard at Katie and Peter's home we could be in the French Quarter somewhere.
Even though countries of origins of the party goers ranged from New Zealand, Canada, Poland and Georgia, locations that don't have a crawfish culture no one seemed to need much explanation how to eat crawfish. I mean eating other critters is how we live. Cathy did introduce the group to crawfish racing. Making other things do our bidding for amusement is how we roll.
Cathy marks the racers.
Go Boudreaoux! Go Tibidoux! Go Amos, Go Evangeline!
Ouch! Crawfish racing injury
Good and spicy boil.
See all ya'll next year.