cafe (sans lait) at morning call, sculpture garden at city park, a sunday afternoon crawfish boil

i went to my first real, true crawfish boil yesterday! i didn't have my phone nearby because it was SO messy, but i did snap a picture of some of the cooking. it was at a friend of sarah's house, in the suburbs of new orleans. when we got there, they were a few pots in, with a few more to go.

literally buckets & buckets of red crawfish, corn on the cob, spicy sausage, whole onions, and dozens of heads of garlic (dad would've loved it!). they poured it by the bucket onto picnic tables covered with newspaper, and we ate with our hands & smelled like the juices for hours. it was spicy and messy and glorious. washed down with brown pecan beer & finished off with bread pudding. pretty perfect activity for a humid March day-- it was the first time it's hit 80 since i've been living here.