Summertime and the Livin's Easy

So the Tigers lost. Maybe the trick by Bunch (Ninetyandnine’s new monthly blogger, by the way) didn’t work? Then again, maybe I reversed the charge by skipping out on the LSU party for a crawfish boil. That’s right, I sold out the LSU bengals for another beloved Louisiana treasure—crawfish.

Saturday was truly the first day of summer in Louisiana. (We have no spring—just an awkward tumble straight from our so-called winter to summer.) And Saturday really seemed to me to mark that fist day. Everything is green and the weather has become humid and... well... hot. And thanks to my gracious friends, the Naquins, I attended my first crawfish boil of the year. It is still a little early, but wow, were those crawfish good. The kind of crawfish that make your entire face burn, but not so painful you can’t taste them. And, of course, one of my favorite things is the lagniappe that gets thrown in the pot: corn, onions, carrots, potatoes, and sausage. When it was all said and done, we only had a little of the two sacks of crawfish left and several full people with very happy faces.

So it is now officially summer in Louisiana as far as I’m concerned. Nothing says it like standing over newspaper-covered tables piled high with the little red jewels. So fire up the jet skis and take out a second loan to pay your air conditioning bill this year. I predict a hot summer but a good crawfish season!