My New Orleans Easter
We woke up Sunday morning and discovered the Easter Bunny had skipped our house. Apparently he got scared from the ham bone eating frenzy the dogs were in Saturday Night. CS screamed “HAPPY EASTER” to Sun and woke her up–she started jumping all around.
We had a leisure-filled morning before heading to a friend’s house for an Easter party. We opted out of the family party because that would have required a long drive and my energy levels were just not up for it.
The party was a crawfish boil, and I knew going in that I had to stay clear of the crawfish–way too much salt for my system these days. But going to a crawfish boil knowing I can’t have crawfish is like asking an alcoholic to go to a free wine tasting for the cheese. Especially when they are Ben’s crawfish. He really does a good job with them. I did eat a few of the potatoes and mushrooms, but luckily Ben makes a pretty good gumbo, too. Look how fancy Ben arranges his peeled crawfish shells!
The most interesting thing I learned in college was how to tell a boy crawfish from a girl. And I will share this knowledge with you, my loyal reader. It always draws a crowd at a boil. Here are two crawfish. They look identical except for one thing: the first set of legs on the tail part. If they are hard and stiff, no surprise, it’s a boy (the one on the top); if the first set of legs are soft and thin like the remaining legs, it’s a girl (the bottom one). There you go! Biology for the Non-Science Major. Don’t you feel smarter already?
The cold snap continued through Easter. In New Orleans, we turn the heaters on when it drops below 60 degrees. Thus, even though it was no less than 55 degrees, Ben had his mobile heaters blowing! Yes, I was huddled near one.
Then inside, the dining room table was filled to the brim with homemade desserts. They even had cookies that were iced ON BOTH SIDES!! Sheer culinary genius.
I left earlier than CS–he stayed to drink cider and eat more crawfish. I came home for my afternoon nap. Had to reserve my energies for the Soprano’s season premier. All in all, it was a pretty good three-day weekend.