This is one of those traditions: A Summer Crawfish Boil. GAG.
These are just SOME of the crawfish they have collected from who knows where. The little critters are waiting to be boiled and eaten. Sick!
Once they've been boiled, they get slapped down on a gigantic table for the droves to come belly up to the bar and devour. I'll say it again...sick! Look, you can see corn on the cob and potatoes thrown in the mix, too.When I was younger, I DID trek through the creek by my house with the neighborhood boys. We would search for crawfish under rocks and stuff...but not to eat them...I would find them, scream, and run away. LOL. (Don't worry...the creek was only ankle deep.) The boys, however, thought they were so cool and did not scream or run away.
Would YOU eat crawfish?
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So, I went crawdadding (Utah's version of crawfishing) at Starvation Reservoir with a bunch friends during college. We went during the night, and yes, even in college the girls screamed and ran away and the boys thought it was cool.
We only got a bucket full and in the morning, we boiled and ate them for breakfast. I will admit, that was the only time I've ever done something like that.
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