Let me tell y’all how I get my family involved helping me do shit I need help with, I feed them afterwards, and provide them with plenty of frozen margaritas. What did they do for me to deserve such a royal feast? Well, the five male helpers who ranged in age from 20 to 62 helped me manually clean the edges of my 3 acre pond, meaning they cut, chopped, whacked, stacked, hauled, and prepared a burn pile of 8 years of under and over growth material to reveal my yard underneath. For 12 hours I saw nothing but assholes and elbows because the were aggressively attacking the pondskirt for increased access. I wonder where all the damn catfish will hide now.
The prize? A huge crawfish boil prepared by my son and me. The picture does not do the close to 50 pounds of food justice. When we dumped the basket onto the picnic table I thought I was going to lose a limb because the feeding frenzy had commenced. It took 6 adult males shy of 30 minuted to make the mountain of food disappear, that and around 6 1/2 gallons of frozen margaritas. For those of y’all who have never had crawfish all I can tell you is maybe you live to far up north. Its a popular meal down here in the gulf coast. Anyway, I just wanted to share because I know most of y’all reading this right now did not have this for dinner and that’s a crying damn shame.