There was crab, shrimp, crawfish, corn on the cob, baby potatoes, and garlic bread. Then we dipped everything in butter... because, as you well know, everything is better with butter. As an added bonus, we ate with our hands, which is just so satisfying at some primitive level, wouldn't you agree?
I made flan (I make awesome flan) and a chocolate cake for desert.
Everything was so good, I will be salivating until next year.
I even ate a crawfish, aren't you proud. I have eaten them before, but they were bigger, almost like a mini-lobster. These ones are so tiny, it kind of gives me the creeps. Plus the conversations on how to eat them went something like this:
L: Do you just crack open the little rib-cage open and eat them.
J: No, you break them in half and suck out the head and then....
Then... I don't know, they kind of lost me after "suck out the head." Doesn't that make you just the slightest bit queasy? I made my hubby open it for me and I just ate the tail. I'm sorry, I am a wimp.