Seafood Boil 4th of July Birthday Party
"The turkey fryer isn't coming."
As usual, the day before party prep has taken a turn for the worse. This year we were knee deep in ice cream sandwiches, cocktail sauce, remoulade, an alarmingly increasing guest list, and about $300 worth of top notch seafood.
Oh and those six lobsters also need to be kept alive for at least another 24 hours. So yeah, there's that....
We could just bust out all the stock pots and do it on the stove top. But the thought of cramming into the tiny, hot kitchen when the weather is sure to be fabulous on the 4th, is not something we are willing to commit to just yet. Not to mention the fact that seafood boils are super exciting and therefore should be executed in front of the party guests.
We REALLY need that 30 quart Brinkman Turkey Fryer with steamer basket and cast iron burner that connects to the propane tank!
AMAZON PRIME HAS RUINED THE 4TH OF JULY.
So we turned to our only friend when the going gets rough: Facebook. And we are in luck, within minutes of our "help, we need a turkey fryer!" status update, we have a generous friend willing to lend us her fryer. There is only one problem, we are missing a very important piece of the puzzle: the base. This would most certainly come in handy when we fill this 30 quart pot with boiling water and put 20 pounds of seafood in it, because right now, it's dangerously wobbly.
Back to the drawing board.
"Maybe we could build a basket out of chicken wire or mesh?"
(Home Depot doesn't sell chicken wire, but perhaps we can buy a screen door, cut the mesh out of it and McGyver the shit out of it?)
"What about a massive cheese cloth sling?"
(We'll need a LOT of cheese cloth, but still a viable option."
"What if we buy a 50 quart tamale steamer pot and steam everything?"
(LAST RESORT. We don't want to steam EVERYTHING...")
In the end, we settled on mesh lingere bags. And mind you, this decision was arrived at while madly circling the home section at Macy's, talking to our mothers, friends, and asking the internet things like "home made 30 quart steamer basket?" Sounds crazy, but we imagined it would work like giant seafood tea bags steeping in hot Zatarain's seasoned water.
And then we got the call. A dear friend (and AMAZING chef/home entertainer/actor) had a turkey fryer. With a steamer basket. And a base. And was also kind enough to drop it off at the house. Problem solved.
The only thing left to do was keep the mussels, clams and lobsters alive until tomorrow...
The lobsters were kept in a cooler in the kitchen wrapped in damp LA Express newspaper sheets. The anxiety of a slow death due to lack of proper storage on our part was a real fear. They were rotated from top to bottom and the temperature of their temporary holding cell was constantly monitered. If we were going to sentence them to their death in the name of a party (and blog post), we might as well treat them like pets.
When party day arrived, we spent most of the morning setting up the back yard, assembling ice cream sandwiches and cleaning. The long folding tables were covered in craft paper and littered with seafood picks, lobster crackers, cornbread baskets and plenty of tiny flags. We were worried there wouldn't be enough chairs or enough food. Par for the course.
And when folks started arriving around five, we decided it was time to get cooking. We had three stations set up: A grill station (for sugar milk corn and andouille sausage grilling) A fryer station (for clams, mussels, prawns and potatoes), and the electric chair (i.e. the kitchen, where the lobsters would be steamed and those that have a moral conflict about watching lobsters die wouldn't have a meltdown).
Everything went off without a hitch! There were some butterflies before sending the lobsters to their death, but when you have a small army of hungry people waiting for food, getting the goods on the table takes a slight precedence over wanting to keep the lobsters as pets.
Plus they were paid for and we were ready for the kitchen to stop smelling like a damn fish market.
We sat down at the 22 foot communal table and admired the piles of beautiful seafood in front of everyone. No plates for this shin-dig, we just dumped everything out and let the party people fend for themselves.
About 5 minutes in, we realized there were no prawns on the table. Thankfully, Cat left the propane burner on so the water was still hot (super safe) and the prawns only took about 3 minutes to cook. Yet another crisis averted.
We throw a lot of parties. And one thing we have come to expect (and more importantly, embrace) are the road blocks that pop up along the way. Because no matter how much preparation goes into an event beforehand, the party gods will make sure to throw you a curveball, just to see if you're paying attention. They don't do this to be cruel, they do this to remind you that while the food is important, the company is what most folks will remember.
Well, that and all the illegal fireworks going off in the neighborhood ;)
xoxoxoxoxo.









