Dear Crawfish,
It is the best time of the year because you get to shine and show off all your spices and flavors. Any true Southern, especially Cajuns, love the spring because it means crawfish season has arrived.
You bring beautiful breezy days and allow for the sunshine to last longer than in the winter. Baseball becomes the sport of choice when you are around, and after four long months of leggings and long-sleeves, Nike shorts and tanks are brought back. Our warm, golden brown tan replaces the pasty ghost that we were.
Even though everyone was working hard trying to get their #springbreakbod, crawfish is way more important. Nothing sounds better than a nice walk around the lakes and then some delicious crawfish to end the day.
Pots and pots of you are deliciously boiled to perfection with tasty potatoes, corn, and mushrooms. Friends and family gather and party to boil and devour pounds after pounds of you. The stinging sensation when one accidentally gets your spices in their eye.
You bring the Louisiana customs and culture to life with your flavorful meat and bright red shell. College kids spend what little money they already have to get a few pounds of you to try and stop the craving.
We both know that the overpowering craving for crawfish is never completely satisfied, no matter how hard we try. You are just too yummy, and you are only around for limited time of the year.
The happiness that you bring the Southern people is greatly appreciated. The stress of classes, trying to find a place to live, what internship you will get lined up, and whatever relationship mess you are in seems a little less of an issue when we are eating you.
