It is crawfish season.
We had a few errands to run Sunday. I told George I wanted boiled crawfish. Our favorite boiling joint opens at 5 p.m. We arrived at 5:30. The parking lot was full. Cars were parked on all of the side streets. That was a no go for me.
Monday we tried again. Got to the restaurant at 4:50. There were 50 to 60 people standing in line to get in - in the rain.
Another no go.
George mentioned another place that he heard had good crawfish. So we went there. They serve their crawfish mild, regular and hot. So we ordered regular.
Ridiculous.
To their credit the crawfish were cooked perfectly. The problem was the heat just for the sake of heat. An insult to the crawfish. Never again.
I can easily eat 5 lbs. I only ate half of my order. I did bring home the remainder. Washed them then peeled the tails and ate them in a salad. Better but still over seasoned. I like to taste the lovely, delicate flavor of the crawfish.
Heat for the sake of heat makes me crazy. I like pepper and peppers but only for flavor. I want to taste my food not the heat.
Sorry for the rant. It makes me mad when wonderful food is ruined with a heavy hand of pepper.