Photo by R. Lee Coleman
My friend is making seafood gumbo for Thanksgiving and I can barely wait to partake in another not-so-traditional Thanksgiving meal. On Sunday, I took her to Casablanca Fish Market to buy the pounds and pounds of seafood she needs for the preparation, but finding crawfish in Miami turned out to be a mission that culminated in a Walmart Supercenter in Homestead — where she bought every bag of frozen crawfish tails she could get her hands on. At Casablanca, they told her they didn’t bring crawfish because on its journey here it lost much of its freshness and no one bought it anyway. At one of the four Publixes she visited, she found one pound of crawfish that she used in an ettoufe she made to get ready for the big day. They were bad and tasted funky, she reported. So, I ask, where’s a girl to get her crawfish around here?