I have neglected to mention how fantastic my weekend was (sans graduation). Graduation was NOT the highlight of my weekend – the tasty crawfish on Sunday was!
Hubby, a few friends and I drove a couple of hours south to see some other friends who we had not seen in quite some time. The boys, who have basically grown up together, acted just as boys do: eating a lot, goofing off a lot, and playing Frisbee in the yard. Can’t say the girls did much differently, though, haha!!
Did I mention the CRAWFISH???
I love living in Louisiana, and a big part of that is the food down here. The spicy, spicy food. The rich food filled with roux, seafood, and Tony Chachere’s. The CRAWFISH.
Crawfish boils are part of our culture. We stand around, peeling the crawfish tails, sucking the heads (well, some of us do that), and let our lips burn. That’s part of the crawfish appeal. If you’re lips aren’t burning, if your nose isn’t running, and if your hands aren’t covered in spices, it’s just not good crawfish.
But it wasn’t just the crawfish. It was the people. The friends I haven’t seen in so long, their parents, their family members, the friends who made the drive down to see them, and my sweet husband. It was getting the latest news (*coughgossipcough*), hearing about their jobs, listening to their anecdotes and stories.
It was a good day.
Now, though, it’s back to work, back to the grind. The next week and a half is NOT going to be extremely fun. I’ve got too much work to do, too many things that need to be accomplished, too many interviews set up. But if I can make it to March 21, everything will be GREAT.
Because, you see, on the 21st, Superman and I are going to enjoy his Valentine’s Day treat: a trip to a super duper cooking class.
But first I have to make it to that point…