I'm starving but I won't be eating for anther couple of hours. it's not that I don't have any food available. On the contrary I have a pound of broiled crawfish in my car-- that I will not be eating.
The only placed to eat within a mile was two stores next to each other. One was a connivance store and offered a delicious selection of Deep fried gizzards, deep fried mystery meat that sorta looked like a turkey thigh but was bigger, deep fried pig's tail and deep fried egg (or something) rolls – I took 2 rolls to go.
I knew this wasn't going to be enough so I went next door with the thought of ' when in Rome, do as Romans.' I saw a nice big red and white sign that said Boiled Crawfish. Well that was one of the things I said I would have when I was in Louisiana so I ordered the minimum quality of one pound of boiled crawfish. The girl behind the home made makeshift counter giggled and I couldn't blame her. I have no doubt that this girl was laughing at her thoughts that were probably along the lines of “does this chick have any clue what she is ordering?” The answer to that was an obvious no.
I didn't open the bag until I got back to the library. My thoughts were I would sit at the park bench and have myself a nice Louisiana lunch of crawfish. Until I opened and look into the bag.
Everything is included and dis-assembly is required in eating crawfish. I got back online and Imed my boss who is a southerner and asked him how do I eat crawfish?
“you take the head off and the meat should fall right out, make sure it's cooked.”
{GULP}.
Take the head off!?
Make sure it's cooked?
How the Hell am I to know if it is NOT cooked when I try to tear the head off and it says “watch it bitch!”
I could barely even look in the bag and I'm supposed to reach in and grab one? You look at the picture and tell me if you could tear the head off and slurp it on down.... yuck!
You may now start with the Californian jokes.
The only placed to eat within a mile was two stores next to each other. One was a connivance store and offered a delicious selection of Deep fried gizzards, deep fried mystery meat that sorta looked like a turkey thigh but was bigger, deep fried pig's tail and deep fried egg (or something) rolls – I took 2 rolls to go.
I knew this wasn't going to be enough so I went next door with the thought of ' when in Rome, do as Romans.' I saw a nice big red and white sign that said Boiled Crawfish. Well that was one of the things I said I would have when I was in Louisiana so I ordered the minimum quality of one pound of boiled crawfish. The girl behind the home made makeshift counter giggled and I couldn't blame her. I have no doubt that this girl was laughing at her thoughts that were probably along the lines of “does this chick have any clue what she is ordering?” The answer to that was an obvious no.
I didn't open the bag until I got back to the library. My thoughts were I would sit at the park bench and have myself a nice Louisiana lunch of crawfish. Until I opened and look into the bag.
Everything is included and dis-assembly is required in eating crawfish. I got back online and Imed my boss who is a southerner and asked him how do I eat crawfish?
“you take the head off and the meat should fall right out, make sure it's cooked.”
{GULP}.
Take the head off!?
Make sure it's cooked?
How the Hell am I to know if it is NOT cooked when I try to tear the head off and it says “watch it bitch!”
I could barely even look in the bag and I'm supposed to reach in and grab one? You look at the picture and tell me if you could tear the head off and slurp it on down.... yuck!
You may now start with the Californian jokes.
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