Who was the first person to look at those and say, “hmmm, I bet if I boiled them with some spices they would taste great!” I do not care for the texture myself; I don’t like shrimp either. But I love the way the garlic is so soft that it spreads on the bread like butter. I love the little red potatoes and corn on the cob, the onions and sausage. Yummm! I love the whole atmosphere about a crawfish boil. There is something very communal about grown ups sitting at newspaper covered tables, outside, eating with their hands. It must be the kindness of God that crawfish season coincides with Lent.
