Thought for Food

This crazy ol’ coot was manning the crawfish vats at the New Jersey Crawfish Fest and stopped to take a shot with me…

The boiled crawfish was … acceptable.  It had been frozen, so it didn’t have the unmistakle plumpness of fresh-from-the-Gulf crawfish.

‘Course, that didn’t stop us from demolishing 2 pounds in under 10 minutes…

We laid back to enjoy the perfect weather and plot our next snack attack. (Note the beer in that stroller’s cupholder. Klassy.)

Soon we were digging into shrimp and crawfish po-boys…

Crawfish bread (that didn’t taste much like crawfish)…

And crawfish pie…

More lounging/photo-taking…

And then off to the Jagermeister tent for a NOLA-style dance party…

I wanted to buy a pound of crawfish for M., who was stuck at the office (and sweetly lent me his car for the day), but…

Oh well.  To paraphrase the Jews … next year in New Orleans!