mud bugs

I had mud bugs last night, again, with a Virgo friend. She’s originally from Louisiana, so she was a little critical of the flavor, “They’re good, but just not hot enough.” I had to agree. Still, she was amazed that I understood the Cajun delicacy so well. I may be a recent convert, but I am impressed. Crawdads are in season, as are oysters. Since the Gulf is just a few hours away, it just doesn’t get any better. This is what sets Texas apart from the rest of the country: we got it all. Of course, spicy mud bugs means I get up in the middle of the night, get motivated, and sit at my desk for while. I haven’t made the complete connection, but there’s one there, someplace. I wonder if there is such a thing as mud bug love?