Sunday Craw

The term "freelance unemployee" has recently surfaced into my fishy flavored vocabulary. I find it unpleasantly suitable to my current standings of life. It however does give me opportunities to broaden my sea of thought and experience. I can't say that I ever wondered what 90 pounds of cray fish looked like, but after this past afternoon's fiasco, I now know and didn't like the show. I am not too hip on shell fish as is, but seeing all those little son's of bitches before they were boiled definitely did not change my perspective. I went to a "Craw Fish Fry" (or boil?) expecting maybe some chicken or burgers to be in the mix as well. Not the case. I think of myself as a fairly well diverse and curious eater of  cuisines but the whole tear, suck, pop thing with the craw was nothing I could swing.