Pooches, the time slipped away from us this year and our pack has been negligent in properly celebrating Mardi Gras season. With Fat Tuesday only a few days away, we decided to jump into the season with all four feet by having a crawfish boil in our back yard today in lieu of a regular excursion.
When my manservant returned from his Friday yoga class he bore crawfish, corn, potatoes and sausage. A kettle was filled with water and crab boil and, after properly cooking, the kettle’s contents were drained and poured out on a platter. A festive tablecloth was selected from the bureau and we paraded out to a spot in front of the blooming spirea and had a grand time. The heat from the crab boil was at the perfect level and, by the time we concluded our feast, all of our lips were properly burning!
Starlight and I intend to plan throughout the afternoon for the big day Tuesday.
See you tomorrow on Silent Saturday.