This story begins with biscuits and blackberry jam, and then eggs and bacon and sausage and hash brown casserole,
all at the Loveless Cafe, which I cannot recommend unless you are with a friend so wonderful it almost doesn’t matter where you go on a food road trip.
In the drizzling rain, I drove from seeing old friends Michaela, Stewart, and Michael who live in Nashville to Jackson, Mississippi, where I picked my friend Laura up from the train station, and we drove off the mapped roads onto a gravel one,
that led us to dogs, and an annual family reunion that we secured an invite to, showing up just in time for fiery conch salad from the Bahamas (the most wonderful people from the Bahamas bring it to the event every year), and a little later, a pig that had been roasting for 48 hours.
For this occasion, many of the extended family sleep in little tent rows dotting the back yard of the five-acre propery,
lined with magnolias and near a grove of two hundred acres of uncut forest.
The next morning began my first Crawfish Boil, and a stunning sequence of food throughout the day started with biscuits and savory country ham that is colloquially spread with jam.
Out back, everyone was looking into three kiddie pools,
where 335 pounds of crawfish were doing the wave as they danced and were watered into the afternoon.
Our friend Yann’s dad Alan wielded the Cajun Crawfish Paddle with skill, letting the initial boil brew simmer and reduce,
as the guys shucked ears of corn ready for the enormous pots.
There was time for playful crawfish racing,
to admire Laura’s new battle scar from an old bike injury surgery,
and in a flush of excitement, everyone followed the first batch of crawfish onto the table earlier than usual,
where they were covered with newspaper and allowed to steam and rest briefly.
Yann’s brother Ky taught me the correct technique for eating them: loosen the tail, pull it off, push the meat up, dip it in Tony’s (saltier) or Old Bay (less salty) and then – “Don’t cheat,” he admonished – crush and suck the head juices.
It is incredible experience, as everyone is drawn to the table, eating their fill and laughing and wandering away, only to return for a later batch.
Pictures were taken on all kinds of cameras,
and bubbles filled the long driveway,
stories were told around the fire,
and our friend Yann was one of the last at the table, as the Captain of Team Peel (completely peeling the remainder of the crawfish to bag and use later as opposed to my team of tail poppers, also known as Team Progress).
Thanks, Yann, for letting me be an honorary member of your amazing extended family. And thanks to Laura for getting me into yet another adventure.
The music started as the crawfish were sealed into containers and continued into the night, with spoons and drums,
and an accomplished singer-songwriter serenading everyone crowded into the kitchen in a moment too perfect to record.
I realize it was my first, but damn, are Yann’s parents Sandi and Alan ever the lovely hosts, and my, but is a boil a perfect way to bring family together to stand beside each other at a table…
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