Last Sunday night Russ took the kids, Kendall's friend Sarah, and our oldest nephew Ben down to the creek behind our church for a little crawdading fun (that's crawfishing to the layman).
(Alright, neither of those terms are real words. But they should be.)
Crawdading: (verb) the act of catching crawdads (freshwater crustaceans); either with traps, or more commonly, your bare hands - at the risk of multiple fingers and toes.
(from Jodi's New Country Dictionary)
(from Jodi's New Country Dictionary)
After catching 120 of the little guys within an hour, they brought them home in buckets and we used our new outdoor crab pot/turkey fryer to cook them and have an outdoor crawdad feed!
| Blake wasn't so hot on the "holding a live crawdad" idea. |
| great $25 garage sale find |
Russ and Ben taught the kids and I the fine art of cracking open the shell to get the tail meat, which we dipped in melted butter before chowing down.
It was a lot of fun, though I couldn't help but wonder if we were on a show like Swamp People if city folk would shake their heads at us and be grossed out.
And as you can see I was really bothered by that thought ;)
Still, I feel the need to tell you that last night we ate out at a country club, sitting on the back verandah looking over the golfing greens while enjoying steak, prawns, and BBQ ribs, with creme brulee for dessert.
So we're not ALL hillbilly.
| Delicious! |
| The Farmstead Inn at Arrowhead Golf Course |






