Weekend Crawfish Boil

We had a very sunny and hot weekend, and opted to spend as much of it as we could down at the river.  It was so nice to be able to relax in my chair with my feet in the water!  And it's a good feeling to have a suntan, too!  The kiddos had a great time "swimming," or river crawling, along the shallow bank, and stayed busy for hours. 

As we were getting ready to head to the river on Saturday, Husband said, "you know I'm going to need my crawfish gear, right?"  I did not know going to the river meant crawfish hunt.  But this is the same man who has headed up many a hunt, contrapted metal crawfish traps out of spools of wire and dropped them down the side of river walls into the current, had said traps stolen off the river, cooked up crawfish boils for friends, looked into crawfish farming, and the same man who knows all the words to Boondocks, and could fool folks into thinking he sings in a country band.  

Then off he went for his goggles and his sun hat. 

The crawfish Husband and his friend caught averaged 3-5 inches,

and once you boil them, they turn reddish-orange, just like lobster.

And they taste somewhere between lobster and crab, except their meat is in much smaller portions as you would imagine.

Nothing screams summer like a crawfish boil!