If the music don't cure it,
If the drugs don't make a dent,
Bury it deep. (Full fathom five).
Crawfish Pie does the trick. Not a "dainty" serving either. Keep stuffin' in them mudbugs 'til it bulges.
Jambalaya, Crawfish Pie, Filé Gumbo (You've got to use andouille Sillysausage.)
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from Justin Wilson’s Cajun Humor
The mother crawfish gives her baby crawfish their first tour of the world. “Dey not gone but about thirty feets an’ de two li’l baby crawfish t’row up bot’ dey claw an SHOOM, high gear reverse. An’ de mama craawfish she say: 'What de matter, chirren?' Dey say: 'What dat big ani-mule up dere, ma-ma? What dat is, Hanh?' An’ she say: 'Don’ be scared fo’ dat, chirren. Dass a horse, an’ a horse don’ eat crawfish.'
“So dey walk about t’irty t’ree feets more, an’ de two li’l baby crawfish chuck up bot’ dey claw sommore lak dat, SHOOM, high gear reverse. An de ole mama crawfish say: 'What in da worl’ de matter now, chirren?' An’ dey say: 'What dat big ani-mule up dere, ma-ma? What dat is, Hanh?' 'Oh, she say, don’ be scared fo’ dat. Dass a cow, an’ a cow don’ eat crawfish, too.'
“An dey walk about t’irty t’ree more feets again an’ de ole mama crawfish t’row up bot’ here claws—put it in double high gear reverse, SHOOM. De li’l bitty crawfish say: 'What de matter, ma-ma, what de matter hanh?' She says: 'You see dat big ani-mule up dere, chirren? Run lak de devil. Dass a Cajun. He’ll eat anyt’ing!'"