I grew up in Oklahoma
where we called these
nasty things crawdads.
In Louisiana they are a delicacy
which they refer to as Mudbugs/Crawfish
Last Saturday we went to this
The locals love to "suck heads".
I can barely watch this process.
Also there is a pungent smell that accompanies
these. If you can imagine "sweaty socks
and eau de urine" then you've got an idea
odor smell. I suppose one has to be born
here to appreciate the local fare.
People stand at long tables to enjoy the food.
If you prefer your crawfish with a flair
you can opt for "Crawfish Tacos".
Or you could choose this as an alternative.
This was what I chose.
Some people ate. . .
some drank. . .
this guy walked around in a mega, maxi, HAT.
The band played and some folks danced.
I'm the lucky gal who sat in the shade and enjoyed
a foot massage, compliments of Mister!
Since we don't care for crawfish when we left
the festival we went to have Mexican Food.
Look what was on the menu?!!
All together now, "YUK!" LOL
(This just cracks me up!)
No, we didn't order it, but it did
give us a smile.