D— is off on a trip to Chicago; before she left M— and G— flew in from Paris and spent two days with us. For an authentic New England experience we gave them a lobster feed. They liked eating the bugs! Oddly inspired by their willingness to eat something so unusual (both are originally from Mali where seafood isn't), I went to the store today and picked up a pound of crawfish.
No spice in the boil and the crawfish were frozen, not fresh—a pure novice at work here—I whipped out a Sam Adams Summer Ale and went to work. My first impression was they're a lot easier to peel than a lobster! Mmmm! I can't wait to try 'em fresh. That's some good eating.
Coming soon: Photos of of M— and G— in Harvard Yard rubbing the foot of John Harvard's statue for luck in admission to MIT.