Contest sadness

Well, readers- seems like everyone was a little to reluctant to send in terrible pictures of themselves. Don't worry, I don't blame you. It's ok. Since we had no entries, I took my fat self to Olive Garden and ate the never ending pasta bowl. I also had to roll myself to the car. 

#NoRegrets! 

I am the worst Cajun ever.

I hate crawfish. I can't stand it. I really don't see that the big deal is about it. You spend a million years peeling them only to get a teensie weenisie piece of meat.  They smell bad. They're messy. I don't like them boiled, I don't like them in an étouffée. They just are icky. They're are like the roaches of the bayou. I'll pass and eat gumbo instead.