April 24: A Lesson in Crawfish

I've been noticing more and more lately how much my daughter and I are alike in so many ways. Certain behavioral characteristics, the way we approach things, and, most recently, our taste in food. Tonight, we celebrated my Father-In-Law's 69th birthday. And, as part of this annual celebration, it's tradition for us to dine at Fishbone's. Now, it's a known fact amongst family and friends that I am a crawfish connoisseur. I love those little red buggers! True, there's not much to them, what with a little niblet of meat in the tail and nothing more. But, man, there's just something about them that I love! Up until now, aside from my Father-In-Law, I don't know too many other crawfish fans. But, tonight that changed when both kids showed some curiosity in sampling the Crawfish Boil that was ordered as an appetizer. So, I shelled out some tail meat to share with both. My son found it too spicy, which is exactly what I thought his reaction would be. My daughter on the other hand, one who goes ga-ga over spicy foods, thoroughly enjoyed her first taste of crawfish. So much, that she immediately asked for more. And, of course, being the independent young lady she is, she wanted to break the shell and get the tail meat herself. So, I had the privilege of teaching my daughter how to get the meat out of a crawfish! We took it slowly, step-by-step - first twist the tail off the body, next twist the tail itself to separate it, third pull the meat from the shell, and, finally, enjoy! I guess this is pretty low on the list of things a Father should teach his daughter, but a proud moment for me nonetheless.