Texas, I love you.

The other day in a post I mentioned that I don’t mess with Texas. Mostly because I heart Texas but partly because while there in the seventh grade on a mission trip I ordered “crayfish” at a restaurant because I thought I was cool and they brought out a medium sized mountain of crawdaddys on a newspaper and called my Yankee bluff. I was terrified by the prospect of any food that requires you to eat the tail and suck the head. I digress. Robyn, who is awesome, sent me a jpeg of a mention the Dallas Morning News gave this site today. Good stuff.