This weekend, Pete memorialed those that I have giving up their lives for him so he could live his bitter and cynical existence by taking part in the boiling alive of thousands of innocent crawfish--Pete prays they don't have nervous systems--in a vat of of cayenne-
peppered flavored bubbling water that had corn, potatoes, onions, and garlic bobbing on top. There was also: red beans and rice with
Andouille sausage; pulled pork sandwiches--Pete tried one with guacamole, he may be on to something--spicy barbecue chicken; kielbasa; burgers; fruit salad; bean salad; salad salad; cole slaw; banana pudding with
Nilla Wafers; pecan pie; cupcakes; chocolate chip cookies; watermelon; a really drunk, really annoying Irish guy; a discussion of famous last words ("I packed my own chute."; "What does this button do?"; "You told me this bar was gay friendly!"); cajun dancing; and the kids put on a pots-and-pans parade (one of the parade participants showed Pete love by hitting him on the head with a wooden spoon every time she passed by).
In his essay on boiling live lobsters, David Foster Wallace opined that if they are trying to get out of the pot you prob have to figure they're feeling something... hopefully the crawfish were stationary or you didn't look: that sounds like a delicious Memorial Day feast. Pulled pork and guac... hmmm. I'd be willing to give it a try. Which doubles as my contribution to the famous last words discussion, too.
ReplyDeletePete appreciates a David Foster Wallace reference in his comments section; it really elevates the discourse. If you like your carnitas tacos with guacamole, then adding a dollop of guacamole on a pulled pork sandwich is worth trying. But... like the chef said to the first customer to try his Blowfish Livers, "You won't know until you try it."
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