The Feast- Pinch Me, Peel Me, Suck Me, Eat Me

Last month I was called by someone in Gilmore's team. He was wondering if I would like to volunteer as a delegate for Mr. Gilmore. Of course I said, "YES!", uh yes....

Well, anyway, I started to get into the registration process when I discovered that the convention was on the same weekend as my sister's internationally famous annual crawfish boil in Annapolis.

This is what I enjoyed instead of the convention. And boy, was it worth it. (Real Louisianans don't mind the rain; it just reminded me of home.....)

And with the proper prayers and sacrifices....the Cajun rain gods were appeased and had mercy on us.


After a celebratory beer(celebrating the fact that I had finished the previous one....) and conducting a quality assurance taste test of the first batch of crawfish, (which is why I needed the beer, HOT) we commenced the FEAST.

First, you fill a big container and wash them (the crawfish, not the children). This allows the children to become more acquainted with their lunch. Playing with their food IS allowed.....

So is trying to scare your little sister. She was SO not impressed.

Once the entertainment value has diminished and the desperate cries of the hungry become strident, the crawfish are placed into the sacred vessel for sacrifice.

As you can see in the bag on the table in the rear, the holy cayenne powder is abundant and plentiful. Added to the crawfish, are sausage, lemons, onions, potatoes, and corn and some secret seasonings...... And then there is the best garlic in the world.....The garlic that comes out of the pot is sweet, tasty, and goes with everything.


Adult libations were abundant. The God-given gift of beer flowed, refreshing our palates and quenching our thirsts. The children were given the treat of sugary soft drinks and juices. The rain mattered not.

With the presentation of the sacrifice, and its acceptance by the multitude, the Cajun rain gods, after realizing that the rain was dropping on the faithful, stopped the rain and the sun appeared. The faithful rejoiced and the feast commenced.

Many hours of feasting and playing and water fights were enjoyed. The Water of Life (12 year old single malt) appeared in the Holy Plastic Chalice. Rapture!

As the feast wound down, the faithful began the 2nd Annual Flip Cup Championship. Women vs the Men. Here is your fearless blogger defending his championship. (I noticed that the men's team kept losing to the girls after I stepped away.....not enough sailors....)
Concentrate................. Flip! Success! First try! And the team goes wild!!!!

And the Cajun rain gods looked down...and saw that it was good.

Remember, the secret to a long happy life is: Suck da Head and Eat da Tail.