A Tale of 3 Lobsters
no puns for the name, go me. I know, i was almost like this when I first rediscovered lobster in the 9th grade.
Lobster is apparently cheap right now. I told Dan as much and lamented over email that he doesn't like lobster. Then Ian and I decided Thursday was going to be lobster night. Wednesday comes and I tell dan this. To which I get a surprise request to join. sure, it won't cost that much, Ian and I can polish off an extra lobster, and Dan might actually like it. I've always been a bit confused about him not liking lobster, since it's close to other foods he likes. Anyhow, I get home with 3 lobsters. I put a big pot of water on. It takes forever. I shower and start my laundry. I cook up some greens. The lobsters, in a bag on the table, sit. I occasionally poke to make sure they're ok.
Dan is twitching anytime he sees them. They rustle, he pouts. He says they've been waiting so long for the water to boil that we should set them free. When the water finally boils I pull the first one out and he watches. I get a big-eyed sad look you might expect for giving away the family dog. I dump it in, I get the next, he looks in the pot as it stops moving. Repeat for the other two. I ask him if he feels this bad about cows. He says they're too dumb. I point out that lobsters are, you know, pretty dumb. He tells me that the number of moving parts makes them seem smarter. One of the lobsters actually manages to crap on it's way to the pot. I manage to step in it in bare feet.
The lobsters come out. I clear off the dining room table, each lobster gets a plate. Ian and I dig out the nut crackers and kitchen sheers. We start our meal.
Dan is very hesitant. Ian and I start cracking and breaking in. I show Dan how I eat them and he starts on a claw. He takes a bite.
"This is really good! What did you do?"
Mind you, I boiled water and let them sit in it like 10 minutes. I can only imagine how his previous lobster experience was ruined. it reminds me of a line from a coworker: "it takes creativity to get a bug like that."
The rest of the lobster was consumed very slowly, as he examined the lobster body in great detail, trying to figure out how they work, as he got to each new piece. The lobster even lost an eye.
My lobster had apparently eaten recently. I'm particular enough that I always de-vein my lobster anyways, but I'm particularly glad this time. I think of the 3 of them, mine was the only (fertile?) female.
Lobster is apparently cheap right now. I told Dan as much and lamented over email that he doesn't like lobster. Then Ian and I decided Thursday was going to be lobster night. Wednesday comes and I tell dan this. To which I get a surprise request to join. sure, it won't cost that much, Ian and I can polish off an extra lobster, and Dan might actually like it. I've always been a bit confused about him not liking lobster, since it's close to other foods he likes. Anyhow, I get home with 3 lobsters. I put a big pot of water on. It takes forever. I shower and start my laundry. I cook up some greens. The lobsters, in a bag on the table, sit. I occasionally poke to make sure they're ok.
Dan is twitching anytime he sees them. They rustle, he pouts. He says they've been waiting so long for the water to boil that we should set them free. When the water finally boils I pull the first one out and he watches. I get a big-eyed sad look you might expect for giving away the family dog. I dump it in, I get the next, he looks in the pot as it stops moving. Repeat for the other two. I ask him if he feels this bad about cows. He says they're too dumb. I point out that lobsters are, you know, pretty dumb. He tells me that the number of moving parts makes them seem smarter. One of the lobsters actually manages to crap on it's way to the pot. I manage to step in it in bare feet.
The lobsters come out. I clear off the dining room table, each lobster gets a plate. Ian and I dig out the nut crackers and kitchen sheers. We start our meal.
Dan is very hesitant. Ian and I start cracking and breaking in. I show Dan how I eat them and he starts on a claw. He takes a bite.
"This is really good! What did you do?"
Mind you, I boiled water and let them sit in it like 10 minutes. I can only imagine how his previous lobster experience was ruined. it reminds me of a line from a coworker: "it takes creativity to get a bug like that."
The rest of the lobster was consumed very slowly, as he examined the lobster body in great detail, trying to figure out how they work, as he got to each new piece. The lobster even lost an eye.
My lobster had apparently eaten recently. I'm particular enough that I always de-vein my lobster anyways, but I'm particularly glad this time. I think of the 3 of them, mine was the only (fertile?) female.