There were four crawfish boils I could have gone to this weekend, but as schedule permits, I could only make one. I’m glad I went to this one. Up in Ashland City, in the backyard of an old farmhouse, and it was very well done. Four batches in all, each getting hotter, just poured right over a recreation table covered up with newspaper. I never did try the corn on the cob, since people were lined up for those. But must have had at least 3 pounds worth of crawfish. Mighty tasty. I’m not sure how all that eating will impact my diet, but I would think it takes more energy to harvest the crawfish tails than the caloric intake of the food.

It couldn’t have been nicer weather for most of the day, sunny but not too hot. Plus there was a horseshoe pit. Every Saturday should be like this.

And it went to a good cause, raising money for a local animal shelter.