We moved to Kentucky from Louisiana in October, 1997. October is smack dab in the middle of crawfish season and we usually had them at least once a week. We truly suffered from withdrawals but one day Chad, who was 9 at the time, found a crawfish hole. This is what they look like for those who might not know.
He came in and got a spoon, dug around in the mud and found the crawfish. He came walking into the house holding that one crawfish and said “Can we cook him?” We didn’t but when Chad was camping in Arkansas Memorial Day Weekend, they did find some crawfish and he cooked them on the grill and ate them.
I love asparagus . . not as much as I love crawfish but it may be a close second. I’ve always wanted to plant some and Vince always says you have to be here three years and we won’t be here that long. We were in Kentucky nine years! When we moved here, one of the very first things I did was plant asparagus. I didn’t harvest any of them last summer but I read that I can harvest a few this year and harvest a bunch next year.
I was outside watering the plants yesterday and just couldn’t help myself. I snapped this one spear! I think I felt like Chad must’ve felt when he found that one crawfish. I had just made fried rice in this pot and threw the asparagus in there, sauteed it lightly; gave half to Vince and I ate half. Thank goodness Chad doesn’t like asparagus!