Food, Food, Glorious Food

One spring Tom Harrison decided the Vowell family needed a crawfish boil. We traveled from Baton Rouge to Cleveland with a black plastic garbage sack of crawfish. I think they were all alive and rustley. They were pretty pungent and required open windows at stoplights, but this was the olden days before the earth is as warm as they tell us it is now, and those crawfish did not spoil. We boiled them in Jack and Jo's backyard on Deering, along with the potatoes and corn and garlic. Were there onions? At any rate there seemed to be lots of left-over potatoes, and the next day Lady and Nell (I think) suggested potato salad. They were food genuises. I still hanker for that crawfish-flavored potato salad.