My brother and mother wont eat it!! WTF!! more for me
Fishing on the Platte river in Missouri with grandma years ago. Catfish was what we were after. I keep getting crawdads eating on my chicken livers. I raise the pole up and here’s these big crawdadies. I shake them off and go back to fishing. An older black man with a cane pole an old red and white bobber on his line put a hunk of raw pork on his hook and goes to fishing next to us. We are what at the time most folks would call poor white folks. I get two more crawdads, the black man is putting his in a bucket. Grandma says “see if that man wants those crawdads”. I walked over to him and said “Sir, would you want these crawdads?” He said “yeah, throw’em in the bucket Thanks”. Well at that time of my life, I wasn’t sure about how I’d feel about crawdads or black people. Thank God I never grew up prejudice against either.
Crawdads to me are a little sweeter than shrimp and there’s good ones of us and bad ones. IMHO.