Thursday, April 22, 2010

When in New England...

When in New England, it's almost obligatory to eat lobsters. I have loved lobsters from the early days when my Dad would get in his required flight time by zooming up to Maine to buy a basket of lobsters to bring home. Callous little souls that we were, we'd have lobster races on the kitchen floor while the water came to a boil, then watch as Dad popped them headfirst into the pot and clapped on the lid.

This time, My Beloved's brother brought home the lobsters and cooked them while I made a tossed salad and melted butter with lemon juice.

On this trip to New England, I learned the trick of opening a lobster tail without scissors or a knife; straighten out the curling tail, press inward along the sides with both hands until you hear a sharp crack, then turn the tail so the stomach faces away from you and, hooking your fingers under the edge of the top shell, pull back toward yourself. Lift out the whole tail meat intact and you have a feast fit for a king.

These days, we can get Maine lobsters here on the west coast but they are never sweeter than when eaten within hours of capture and in sight of the water where they lived.


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Blogger cookiecrumb said...

One thinks of lobster as fancy, and from your photo, you had a fancy lobster dinner. So fine.
I've only had lobster in shacks. But that's fun, too.

Thursday, April 22, 2010  
Blogger dancingmorganmouse said...

mmmmm, lobsta! with claws :) (snap, snap)

Thursday, April 22, 2010  
Blogger Zoomie said...

Cookiecrumb, lobster can't be fancy when you eat it with your fingers - but it's great any way it comes.

Morgan, one of the lobsters was unbanded, too! Eek!

Friday, April 23, 2010  
Blogger katiez said...

I haven't had lobster since I lived in the US. We used to go out regularly for lobster tail - never did learn to eat the whole thing.
Looks delicious!
Lobster races??? Were they running to or from the stove?

Saturday, April 24, 2010  
Blogger Zoomie said...

KatieZ, have you seen the Woody Allen movie where the lobster escapes behind the fridge and they put a pot of drawn butter at one end to scare it out the other end? :-)

Saturday, April 24, 2010  
Blogger Louis la Vache said...

Ah, yas! The lobs-tah, my little Chickadee!

Sunday, April 25, 2010  
Blogger Zoomie said...

Louis, I think it's "my fair little chickadee," isn't it? :-D

Monday, April 26, 2010  

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