Buller, La
The last few days have been spent catching up on images, running film and fellowship with the Newmans and their friends. But tonight the crawfish arrived…. A real “coon- ass dinner” to quote T Jon. About 5 o’clock I noticed two large burlap bags moving around by the back door. Upon closer exploration I realized they were full of live crawfish (mud bugs to be exact). Seems these critters live in tunnels in the mud that have low areas where the water can settle. They dig cave-like areas to back into out of the water. Then to feed and breathe, they run through the tunnel areas that are under water. I thought they lived under water. Paul, the farmer who raised the ones we ate alternates the fields, one year rice, one year mud bugs.
Anyway T Jon’s Dad got the water to a boiling and in went pounds and pounds of crayfish, with Angie adding onions, potatoes, corn, mushrooms and Cajun spices of unknown quantities. Soon the think swampy night air was permeated by the smell of truly fine mud bugs slowly cooken. . A short time later we ate standing around a wooden table ripping apart the little bastards and sucken up their juices. One really great meal.

Where they come from

gotta clean em first

Dakota likes em hot

T Jon’s Dad serves em up

T Jon and Dixie

A good time was had by all