I loves lobsters but I doubt if lobsters could ever love me back because my idea of a good time with a lobster involves plunging it head first into a pot of scalding hot water. Love can be cruel.
I love how long it takes to eat a lobster; squeezing every little shred of meat from the legs and fins, carefully separating the guts from the body meat, extracting the slivers of meat from the thumbs. I wallow in the mess; juice running up my arms, the discarded shell pieces clinking against the stainless steel bowl as I dip a tasty tidbit into garlic butter.
I try and cook more than I can eat so that I can have left-over lobster for lunch.
Some of us had lobster at the Bicycle Thief on our wedding night….
…..and we celebrated our first anniversary with lobster.
So it should be no surprise that I want to paint pictures of lobster.
Today’s post is dedicated to my Aunt by marriage, Salome Iris Short, who sadly passed away on July 29th, 2013, just short of her 73rd birthday. Who will eat the lobster bodies now? May you rest in peace Aunt Salome.
Retirement is grand, isn’t it!!! Wish I was there to partake of your culinary delights. Busy all summer with kin coming and going. Tickets to the Trinity Pageant and dinner theatre on Saturday. Our 40th anniversary on Sunday. Will be busy at Penny’s with all the hockey players there and Joely in hockey school.