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Crawfish Tales — 22 Comments

  1. That’s the cutest picture of my three cousins. How loud did your Mom laugh after punishing y’all for sneaking out? Guessing she didn’t think it was too funny at the time.

    Thanks for sharing your adventure at Crawfish Haven. I love all the art and old pots. Looks like y’all had a ball!

    • Mama probably said something like, “What in the WORLD were you kids thinking?”

      Well, I went as a writing project and thought they would enjoy the outing. We learned that hefting that heavy PVC pole gets tiring pretty darned quick, so when it was our turn on the boat, we hopped right on!!! Nice place, nice man, and I was so intrigued with the inside, I forgot to take many pics of the rooms. But they can be seen on his website, which I link to in the story. Makes me ponder switching Camp Dularge to a B&B. Hmmm . . . . .

  2. I miss south LA so much it hurts-especially after reading a post like this one! I seriously want those needlepoints!

    • Monica, I know you do miss it. You spent most of your growing up years in Houma, right? And now that your mom’s not here, there’s not much reason to come–unless you come see me and church people and come to eat some good food!

  3. That is a beautiful B&B! I would love to go on a trip to catch my dinner too. I checked with our local grocery Tuesday to see if I could get some crawfish this year and yes!! They are $2.99 lb and the bags range from about 30 lbs to 35 lbs each. We are so ready for our annual boil but, our son who does the actual cooking (I furnish the yard, food and extras), is busy building a house for his son who graduates in June. And the days dry enough to have to cookout are the ones he needs for building.

  4. What a great story! I think this is one of your best posts! I really enjoyed hearing the story about crawfish in your childhood. When I grew up we used to go look for crayfish in the shallow part of a boundary lake – on the Canadian border. I never in my wildest imagination would have thought anyone would eat them. Then I moved to south LA and ate my first crawfish! I still love them. My last LA meal a few days ago was crawfish etouffee. It’s a favorite of mine!

    I heard while visiting that crawfish farms are having a hard time finding help to harvest the crawfish. As a result some farms are doing like produce farms do and have you “pick your own”. Have you heard this?

    • Kim, I had not heard that nor did Mr. Barry mention it; however, he does hire help to run the traps on the entire 28 acres for the commercial sales. I can try to verify this one way or the other. So glad you enjoyed the post–I enjoyed writing it!

  5. Wonderful story BW, Been there and done that. Fat meat and a string. Not the best but it works. Well we thought it was the best. My grandmother (Little Mama) always cooked what ever we caught. Yeah I have a tear in my eye. Dang I miss those happy days. Thanks. Bill Bradshaw

    • Yep yep I’m sure you have! Awww, I miss those happy days, too, but I’ve done my best to make sure my kids in this generation have some happy days and happy memories I always get choked up at Easter when I see the irises in bloom because my grandmother’s grew them in their flower beds, and we always hid eggs in there for the egg hunts. Again, great memories . . . . bless you, Bill!

  6. When I first started reading, I thought it was going to be crabbing! What a delightful trip for you, and what a lovely bed and breakfast. I was curious about our crawfish prices, but the two markets around here I trust both are showing “out of stock” just now and don’t have a price posted. I wonder if our Louisiana suppliers start holding on to them about now, with big festivals like Breaux Bridge coming up?

    In any event, it was great to see the photos, and get a better sense of how the harvesting happens. Now, I have a hankering for some etouffée!

    • I thought about you and our trip to the Courir and seeing all the crawfish ponds on the back roads and the boats sitting idle. It was a great experience, and his place is lovely with lots of reminders still in the house of his old friend, Mrs. Rose. Well, my friend, you can’t make etouffee` without the crawfish tails! Gotta find you some!

  7. This story brought back one of my best ever memories with Daddy, my younger brother and a neighbor crawfishing. No pvc for us though, we used a cane pole. No clips on the nets either. We used chicken necks that were tied to the nets. Brought home a lot of mud bugs, mud, and sunburnt skin!
    I’m glad y’all had a wonderful day. Wish I could have been at the boil. I haven’t had any this season. SOON!

    • So glad the story brought back fond memories of your own, sans the sunburn! Now that Easter has come and gone, the prices should be dropping. If you had known, you could’ve hauled a few grand kids over there during spring break and caught y’all a sack! They would love it! (Except the poles are really have. Bring your own cane poles, LOL!) Well, I hope you get some mudbugs soon!

  8. I sure am enjoying my pink camo shades–first thing I’ve ever won! Congrats on your win for this writing too. I am so proud of you. You could have been describing me and my two little brothers at the beginning of your story. We did the same thing at about the same age, only we weren’t quite sure what to do with our catch. I got a metal measuring cup (because plastic hadn’t been invented yet) and put oil in it and put it on the burner. My little brother handed me the meaty tail, I dropped it in the hot oil, and it immediately began to shrink and shrivel up. We ended up with a hard little ball of crawfish tail that was no good for eating but was great for a lasting memory of childhood fun.

    • Hi Denise and welcome. Thanks so much for your kind words. Feel free to stick around and also go back to the Home page and leave a comment on the current post about birds on Grand Isle for a chance to win that fabulous bracelet!!! Thanks for reading!

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