The sauce for the baby lobsters
Labor day weekend was spent with my immediate and extended family in Columbia. My cousin got married and my little ladies were flower girls. My sister's kids (1girl, 2 boys) were also in the wedding as a flower firl, a flower girl escort, and a "Oh, hell no! I'm sitting right here next to Mom!" This is the third wedding in a little over a year that my girls have been flower girls (not that there's anything wrong with that).
Merkin is hitting 11, so I think this will be her last flower girl wedding. Including our wedding, she's flowered in 7 or 8 weddings. She's hitting the age where she is flowering in other ways (which I'm not doing well with at all).
Anyway, the reception was at my cousins house, which is in a beautiful wooded area, next to his fishing pond. As far as weddings go, it was very nice, but the reception was great. They did the rehersal dinner, the wedding reception, and a brunch the day after at his house. It was great for the kids to run around and play, and there were no neighbors to bother. They had a number of kegs and wine. They hired some babysitters to watch the kids, and some drivers to drive the drunks (two excellent ideas)
My now cousin-in-law (?) is originally from Louisanna, so the reception meal included crawdads.
I've had them before, prepared in a number of ways. The first time I had them, was in high school. We used tumbleweeds to fish them out of the pond next to the water tower in Crystal Hills. All we had was beer and pond water (which we had added to, after drinking too much beer), so we took the top off some cans, and dropped them, one at a time into the boiling beer. They were wonderful.
The next time I had them, we caught them in the same pond, but brought them to my house to cook at midnight. In addition to waking up my folks from the stench, they just didn't taste as good. Maybe it was the fact that they weren't boiled in beer. Maybe it was because I wasn't boiled in beer.
Since then I've had them a few times at fairs. They are called Ettufe or some french word. I havn't liked them.
At my cousins wedding, I had one plate and they were okay, but I was dissappointed because they didn't taste that good. Later in the evening, after sampling the variety of beers on tap, I had another plate. This time I took some of the sauce that was with them. They were much better dipped in the sauce.
Then I got a little sauce for myself, and later had another plate. This time they were GREAT even though I forgot the dipping sauce. As the evening progressed, I had more baby lobsters, and I must say that the more sauced I got, the better they tasted, sometimes with sauce, sometimes without, but always a little sauce for me. It must be the sauce that makes them taste so good!!!
2 Comments:
I didn't realize you were so into sauce.
Seriously, they say that alcohol makes your taste buds go more and more numb. So, nothing got any better....you just got drunker and drunker. You could eat cat crap if you were drunk enough and it would seem like steak
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