Annual “safety dinner”, which, in Southwest Louisiana, translates into ‘crawfish boil’.

I work for and with some truly great people. Two of ’em, a Guidry and a LaFleur, can boil crawfish with the very best of the breed. This year’s crustacean harvest were HUGE, wild-caught (instead of ‘farm-raised’) from the Atchafalaya Basin.

This morning’s weather was abysmal, stormy, rainy, windy, and I imagine that is the reason that half the expected people didn’t show up. We planned for almost forty. Twenty showed up.

I ate crawfish cooked to perfection, all the way to ‘FULL’. I got to hang out and talk with my boss and HIS boss and a fine group of co-workers. A good time was had.