'Dad Doo

Ya gotta wonder -- who was the first person who thought it was a good idea* to eat one of these?



Okay, maybe there was a famine and someone was desparate enough to start eating this and, maybe, large beetles.

To be honest, if you google "crawfish" or "crayfish" or "crawdads" on the internet, there will be people encouraging you to eat these. They will claim they are a delicacy around which to plan an ENTIRE WEEKEND. There will be recipes hinting that this is not so much a meal as an event.

The one common thread is that a whole lot of beer must be consumed during the process. So you follow instructions and act like, "Woo-hoo! We're having such a good time and eating this great Louisianna delicacy we paid way too much for even if they did include the Mardi Gras beads!"
And then the following suddenly occurs to you as enthusiasm around the table begins to wane:

1. You've been working at this for a really long time and you are still hungry;
2. You still don't know what a crawfish tastes like because all you can taste is Old Bay Seasoning; and

most importantly:

3. THIS is what you've been pulling out of every crawdad you've encountered:

Which results in around-the-table expressions like these:










Then this sick feeling crawls over your scalp and creeps down further and further into your stomach as your brain screams: "WHAT THE HELL DID HAVE I BEEN EATING?!"

Only you've ordered so freakin' much and they've now infested your entire house and there is no getting away from them.














Which has driven some of us over the edge.







*It was Dark Garden's idea. He'd been obsessing over it for weeks. It is only right that the next morning just the sight of these pictures made him wretch.