Crawfeesh

It’s risky business to offer unlimited free and surprisingly tasty crawfish to a bunch of hungry students who miss their home state of Louisiana. But Millsaps embraces the risk of riot and violent fights breaking out over who can get the biggest serving and supplied us all with steaming heaps of crawfish last Saturday. I’m just kidding, of course; we are all rather docile people. But we still love our mudbugs and would fight to the death for them, if provoked…

As a born and raised Louisianian, I’m always skeptical when I hear someone from out-of-state claiming to have made good crawfish, or really anything cajun or creole in general. It’s the elitist in me popping out its ugly little head. But I was delightfully surprised at how delicious and juicy they were. My friend and I actually went back for seconds… and thirds… don’t tell anyone…

Had I been a victim of head trauma and forgotten where I was, I might have actually thought I was, in fact, home because of the zydeco band that came in from Lafeyette to play for us. They’d murmur things in French between each song, and the guy with the washboard on his chest would walk around. Of course, I had to explain exactly what the large piece of tin on the man’s chest was for to a couple of my friends. I was also reminded of my parents when they sang a song about a “couteau,” which means knife in French. My parents love that word. Yes, we’re the family that throws in words from other languages just to spice things up.

It was such a lovely weekend in general. It was sunny, warm, and breezy for most of it, and came with a baseball game and a casino-themed philanthropy event from a fraternity and sorority on campus that benefited the local children’s hospital. For all of these reasons, and many others as well, I love spring here at Millsaps.

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