Ok, so maybe a little more than a day.
This weekend we celebrated the combo Mothers’ Day/My sister Rachel’s 17th birthday with another crawfish boil.
Ok, so maybe a little more than a day.
This weekend we celebrated the combo Mothers’ Day/My sister Rachel’s 17th birthday with another crawfish boil.
There is something that happens to a person from Louisiana whenever the weather starts warming up, when the bone-chilling wind becomes a soft breeze. Like a bell to Pavlov’s dog, Spring means crawfish boil time.
So Sunday morning my Daddy and sister drive down south to pick some up and, mein Gott, were they good.