Smiley Anders for April 16, 2008
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People everywhere love spring.
In other parts of the world, folks rejoice in the emergence of green leaves, colorful flowers, baby animals and the awakening of nature from its winter slumber.
But in south Louisiana spring is marked by the presence of huge mounds of spicy red boiled crustaceans.
It was the lure of the beloved crawfish, along with some columnist business with the Tabasco folks on Avery Island, that led Lady K and me to launch our Crawfish Tour 2008.
We started at the legendary Paul’s Pirogue in Carencro, breaking shells with the equally legendary Burkhalter family.
Then it was on to New Iberia, where on the advice of a local gourmand we sampled great boiled crawfish at Bon Creole, an out-of-the-way eatery.
On the way home, we couldn’t resist stopping at Crawfish Town USA in the Breaux Bridge-Henderson area for a final fling with the luscious, if unlovely, critters.
Finally, with lips burning and fingers sore, we wound up the heavenly trip — vowing to do it again as soon as we recovered.
The crawfish shake
During our Crawfish Tour 2008, we noticed that everywhere boiled crawfish are consumed the guys “shake hands” the same way — by touching their elbows.
This is because, of course, their hands are too covered with spices and juices to be used for anything but peeling crawfish. …
Man, I love this place. …
Motherhood blues
Trudy LeBlanc, our Houston correspondent, adds to our list of old sayings:
“My mother, Faye Chaney, used to tell us kids at the end of a stressful day, event, whatever: ‘I’m gonna take a running fit!’ ”
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