...than with shellfish.
On New Year's Day we celebrated Dad's birthday a week early with the first-ever Gates Family Boil.
No, not the skin disease. That was last year.
A boil is some sort of Cajun affair where you cook a ridiculous amount of seafood and dump it all in the middle of the table for a salty medieval free-for-all.
Note: this post is graphic heavy. Meaning I took a lot of pictures.
Jill's ready for the boil.
So's Callie Jane.
We covered the table with newspaper and wax paper. I'm not really sure why the bags are on the chandelier. I think the plan was to have them handy for shells and other shrapnel.
Zach and Aunt Lucy wait for the deluge.
Dad shows Ty the ropes. Apparently oysters are resistant to being pried apart.
Tyler regarding raw oysters: It's like riding a roller coaster. I've done it before but it still makes my stomach feel funny.
Did Nathan know what he was getting into when he married Katy? We've yammered him into doing all sorts of things since he's been mixed up with our family. Swim with snakes. Eat raw oysters. He's a gamer.
This is as close as Katy got.
I have no idea how we convinced Zach and The Bud to take the plunge.
They did not dig it.
Crawdads are creepy.
Callie and Mom are pretending to eat the crawdads. None of us actually ate them. Again, creeeepy!
And there were twelve baskets remaining!
Mom's ready to roll it on in but Pop's still chuggin' along.
How we digest.