Crawfish

For those of you that don't know, shayla has spent all her life in the north, a Yankee. Living in the south has proved a learning experience in any number of ways. One of them is food. There's a great deal down here that is commonplace, even loved, that shayla's never encountered before. Like crawfish.

Shayla's always loved seafood. Salmon, shrimp, and crab are like candy to her. And she's not the least squeamish about most things. Having worked in the medical field, she's dealt with any number of types of testing samples that would make most people nauseous. She'll not list those items, out of respect for Free and enslaved stomachs both. But there's just something about those reddish-brown, miniature lobsters that make her skin crawl. And the idea of eating one is even worse. Of course, the fact that they need to be kept alive until tossed into the pot somehow makes things even more interesting. She's seen bins of crawfish in the grocery store, the braver ones lifting themselves up, displaying little open fore-claws in defense. And can't fathom that someone would voluntarily eat one. Master, of course, feels that shayla's squeamishness is a bit silly, "they're just little lobsters, shayla" He's right of course (he always is).

However, there's going to be some food brought to work tomorrow. Someone's having a special occasion and they're sharing with their co-workers. One of the items on the menu is crawfish. Shayla's had an opprotunity or two to eat one since she's been here, but couldn't get up the nerve. So tomorrow at work she'll be 'forced' to have one. She'll probably like it, just as soon as she can get past how the little thing looks.

The funny thing was when shayla was speaking to a co-worker about it today at work. A gentleman that regularly comes into shayla's workplace said, "it's easy, you just cut off the tails, peel 'em, and eat them. Of course, some of the braver people, after a beer or two, suck the heads."

That notion was a bit much for shayla. She just grimaced a little and said, "I don't suck heads" It took a second for shayla to realize the nuances of that statement after she said it, while the two men she was speaking with started laughing. Her face turned six shades of red before she laughed right along with them. It's lovely how some of the most innocent statements can become such a double-entendre.

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