I'm starving but I won't be eating for anther couple of hours. it's not that I don't have any food available. On the contrary I have a pound of broiled crawfish in my car-- that I will not be eating.
The only placed to eat within a mile was two stores next to each other. One was a connivance store and offered a delicious selection of Deep fried gizzards, deep fried mystery meat that sorta looked like a turkey thigh but was bigger, deep fried pig's tail and deep fried egg (or something) rolls – I took 2 rolls to go.
I knew this wasn't going to be enough so I went next door with the thought of ' when in Rome, do as Romans.' I saw a nice big red and white sign that said Boiled Crawfish. Well that was one of the things I said I would have when I was in Louisiana so I ordered the minimum quality of one pound of boiled crawfish. The girl behind the home made makeshift counter giggled and I couldn't blame her. I have no doubt that this girl was laughing at her thoughts that were probably along the lines of “does this chick have any clue what she is ordering?” The answer to that was an obvious no.
I didn't open the bag until I got back to the library. My thoughts were I would sit at the park bench and have myself a nice Louisiana lunch of crawfish. Until I opened and look into the bag.
Everything is included and dis-assembly is required in eating crawfish. I got back online and Imed my boss who is a southerner and asked him how do I eat crawfish?
“you take the head off and the meat should fall right out, make sure it's cooked.”
{GULP}.
Take the head off!?
Make sure it's cooked?
How the Hell am I to know if it is NOT cooked when I try to tear the head off and it says “watch it bitch!”
I could barely even look in the bag and I'm supposed to reach in and grab one? You look at the picture and tell me if you could tear the head off and slurp it on down.... yuck!
You may now start with the Californian jokes.
The only placed to eat within a mile was two stores next to each other. One was a connivance store and offered a delicious selection of Deep fried gizzards, deep fried mystery meat that sorta looked like a turkey thigh but was bigger, deep fried pig's tail and deep fried egg (or something) rolls – I took 2 rolls to go.
I knew this wasn't going to be enough so I went next door with the thought of ' when in Rome, do as Romans.' I saw a nice big red and white sign that said Boiled Crawfish. Well that was one of the things I said I would have when I was in Louisiana so I ordered the minimum quality of one pound of boiled crawfish. The girl behind the home made makeshift counter giggled and I couldn't blame her. I have no doubt that this girl was laughing at her thoughts that were probably along the lines of “does this chick have any clue what she is ordering?” The answer to that was an obvious no.
I didn't open the bag until I got back to the library. My thoughts were I would sit at the park bench and have myself a nice Louisiana lunch of crawfish. Until I opened and look into the bag.
Everything is included and dis-assembly is required in eating crawfish. I got back online and Imed my boss who is a southerner and asked him how do I eat crawfish?
“you take the head off and the meat should fall right out, make sure it's cooked.”
{GULP}.
Take the head off!?
Make sure it's cooked?
How the Hell am I to know if it is NOT cooked when I try to tear the head off and it says “watch it bitch!”
I could barely even look in the bag and I'm supposed to reach in and grab one? You look at the picture and tell me if you could tear the head off and slurp it on down.... yuck!
You may now start with the Californian jokes.
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Re: For laughs: Know what you are ordering when in a new city.
Mon, January 7, 2008 - 5:04 PMYeah, I had to learn the proper way to eat whole, cooked shrimp at fancy restaurants here in Italy. (At the less formal ones, you can use your fingers.) In Naples they LOVE the seafood, but much of it is cooked whole. When I ordered seafood pasta the first few times, I was expecting some wee bits of meat mixed in with, oh, say a nice cream sauce over the noodles. Oh, no, it's not like that -- the whole mussel, clam, shrimp, what have you, just sort of sits there in the pasta! You have to extract it yourself, lol.
Here's a picture of the fish (vs. chicken) option I chose for the holiday party dinner: people.tribe.net/sistaweot...0f0a97f6e8
Slab 'o fish wrapped around 3 whole shrimp. Mmm, mm! Lol. -
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Re: For laughs: Know what you are ordering when in a new city.
Mon, January 7, 2008 - 8:52 PMLOL
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Re: For laughs: Know what you are ordering when in a new city.
Mon, January 7, 2008 - 9:53 PMMany years ago I forgot my credit card when taking a new potential client out to lunch, so I ordered the cheapest thing on the menu which was the softshelled crab. I had no idea what to do with it & the Japanese fellow who I was treating lightheartedly teased me about how to consume it. Needless to say, I took the crab home & focused on my salad.
LOL
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Re: For laughs: Know what you are ordering when in a new city.
Thu, January 10, 2008 - 3:54 PMLOL. it's funny because this applies domestically as well. if you're from an area where shellfish were regularly caught and eaten (like Maryland) being given a whole crab or shrimp is no big deal. I learned to clean a crab when I was a kid. But I can imagine how horifying it would be for someone to just plop a whole crawfish on your plate and say "have at it" ;) I still get wigged when I'd go to restaurants in Chinatown and they'd bring the whole damn fish out --head, eyes, tail and all. Not many of us are brought up knowing how to properly debone a fish. and it's just there staring at you. :) -
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Re: For laughs: Know what you are ordering when in a new city.
Thu, January 10, 2008 - 4:32 PMThat is exactly it... A whole bag of crawfish just staring at me and I'm supposed to dig in!
I did later after a nice police men showed me how to do it correclt. I was going to give it all to him and he showed me how to..
Crawfish is really good though.
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