Checking each one to ensure it’s alive:
The boil, with potatoes, corn, and hot sausage (start the potatoes a bit earlier, everything else goes in at once, the sausage starts raw):
Pulling them out to rest in the insulated container they came in, with spices and lemon (did I mention the forty pounds of crawfish were shipped overnight in ice from Louisiana, to arrive, live, the morning of the boil?)
The spread, one of four rounds, for a leisurely picnic pace and the chance to have actual non-mouths-full conversation between eating.
Detritus (and my favorite canned craft beer for picnics, Oskar Blues’ Yella Pils):
Good food (and a slow burn from the accumulating spice over the afternoon), good company, and a sunny afternoon in Oakland…