My skepticism was validated Sunday night when we went out to eat at an oceanside restaurant in Kemah, Texas. A huge plate of crawfish was placed in the center of the table that I shared with Danny, my brother, and his girlfriend. My brother tore into a crawfish and watched a thick, brown liquid run down his hand as a result. Danny insisted this was just “crawfish juice” colored brown from lots of "Old Bay" seasoning. I didn’t have time to argue with him as I was too busy profusely vomiting.
|My husband, a crawfish aficionado and head sucker.|
Are any of y'all crawfish fans? Convince me!