My son and I were called to cover a crawdad event at Conesus Lake, western most of the Finger Lakes. It was
held by a wealthy real estate owner, at one of his lake retreats. The host had flown iced crawdads and a Louisiana chef to prepare them.
They were cooked with salt potatoes, and when asked how I liked them, best I could offer was that I enjoyed
the salt potatoes. Perhaps I should have been more tactful, but I was not about to lie, so complimenting
the potatoes was the best I could do.
It may be just me, but I thought they tasted like the mud they came out of..