It was mid-April. Everywhere I looked, blazing red crawfish clapped their claws and begged me to devour them.
And I did.
Though a lifelong Texan, I’d never enjoyed a crawfish boil until a visit to the Texas Crawfish Festival in Spring this year. We didn’t just crawfish it up.
Squirrel, raccoon and rattlesnake worked themselves into the dining equation. Word of advice. When offered raccoon, RUN. Go far away, and don’t look back. Squirrel and snake, on the other hand — give ’em a whirl. They come in fried, breaded sticks, and you can pretend they’re chicken.
No Texas festival is complete without a miniature heart attack in your hand — the fried oreo.
Any other fans of crawfish out there?