At first glance you might think they are from out of this galaxy, you might think they are gross,stenchy ,or even rodent like, but in the end they will smell and taste like a dish from the last supper. Deep in the scorching southern states of America you can find them in every muddy, muggy swamp. I’m not talking about alligators or even turtles, that’s right I’m talking about the little red creature called a crawfish. Or better yet in the backwoods referred to as the “mudbug.” If you ask any fishermen what a mudbug is they’ll tell you “it is a dang good fishing lure.” I guess fish and I aren’t too much different because I love crawfish from the tip of their meaty tail to their thin red tentacles.
Crawfish must first be caught alive, crawling in the gloopy southern muck, and then trapped in a small cage. After that they must be boiled in a concoction filled with a dollop of Cajun seasoning, corn and potatoes. After a long …show more content…
On a nice cool March afternoon, there is nothing better than a large steaming hot tail of a crawfish. What better to accompany this than listening to the Ole Miss baseball team play? Every time I hear a baseball game on the radio, it always brings me back to eating crawfish. I can practically smell the crawfish sifting through the air every time I hear an umpire in the background yelling “Steeriiiiike” or “Buuaaaallll four.” I don’t know how many times I have been sitting on the porch eating crawfish, when abrubtly over the radio you hear a crack of a baseball bat as it slaps a baseball into play across the field. The crack of the bat is always followed with tremendous yelling. Yelling so loud you can hear it all the way from the stadium to my back porch. If I live to be 150 years old, I will always associate a crack of a bat and crowds cheering with burnt lips and dirty hands, all from eating
Crawfish must first be caught alive, crawling in the gloopy southern muck, and then trapped in a small cage. After that they must be boiled in a concoction filled with a dollop of Cajun seasoning, corn and potatoes. After a long …show more content…
On a nice cool March afternoon, there is nothing better than a large steaming hot tail of a crawfish. What better to accompany this than listening to the Ole Miss baseball team play? Every time I hear a baseball game on the radio, it always brings me back to eating crawfish. I can practically smell the crawfish sifting through the air every time I hear an umpire in the background yelling “Steeriiiiike” or “Buuaaaallll four.” I don’t know how many times I have been sitting on the porch eating crawfish, when abrubtly over the radio you hear a crack of a baseball bat as it slaps a baseball into play across the field. The crack of the bat is always followed with tremendous yelling. Yelling so loud you can hear it all the way from the stadium to my back porch. If I live to be 150 years old, I will always associate a crack of a bat and crowds cheering with burnt lips and dirty hands, all from eating