The Crawdad Boil.
The Riot, a born and bred Cajun, gets an annual craving for the hometown goods. And this isn't exactly a guy who does things halfway; he once ran 7 hilly trail miles after pulling a calf muscle. Why? Because he wasn't done yet.
Anyhow, once a year he places an order with a supplier in Loosana, who ships about a hundred pounds of the bad boys on an overnight Southwest Airlines flight.
Then the Riot's brother picks up the shipment and drives 3 hours to the High Desert, just in time to see the kettle prepped and ready to boil.
We raise our glasses for these brave soldiers who are about to sacrifice for the greater good.
They're big suckers, too.
But when it's your time to go, it's your time to go. Fire in the hole...!
