We had our first ever Crawfish Boil the other night and it was a blast. Although I've eaten my fair share of the little critters, I'd never actually cooked the things myself. The guys at our local seafood market were more than patient and told me all their secrets.
Did you know you have to cook them alive? No dead ones go into the pot so Sadie and Olivia sorted them for me.
And then Olivia dissected a dead one just for fun 'cause, you know, we don't have enough gross stuff in our house already.
Monkey, on the other hand, couldn't get enough. I love this kid. He's a hot-mess with a scar from a stab wound and the ability to run the 40 in a time that even impresses my husband who ran a little track in high school and college himself.
In high school, Trey raced against Michael Johnson...and won. Seriously. All true.
Thankfully, he married me to offset that whole speed/athletic thing. I'm a giver that way.
Here's Jakeem digging in. He kept using words like 'nasty' and ' SO NASTY' when we first poured those bad boys on my table but, after trying one, he couldn't stop. Little booger.
All the kids had a great time eating the crawfish and, because they takes so stinkin' long to eat, we had some of the best conversations around our kitchen table. The boil may or may not have removed some of the finish from the wood but it was all worth it.
If you've never tried it, now's your time. Crawfish are in high season and it's the only thing that will temporarily overpower the almost constant lingering smell of bacon.
Or, is that just at my house?