the lobster guys
We had been meaning to invite the McFaddens over for a post-wedding celebration dinner so tonight we finally got it together. Ok, it was really also just a gigantic excuse to make a couple of pounds of lobster butter. More on that later.
About a year ago, I received a Saturday afternoon call from Tom. He said that he was making lobster butter and he was sad to inform us that we had to come over and help he and Carol eat the three gianormous lobsters that he had chillin' (heh) in the fridge. Needless to say, we did our grim duty and feasted. So we used the same excuse on Andy and Suszi...
I thought Andy also might like to know how to dispatch and split a lobster with ease so he could cook for his lovely and talented wife so I set up a little workshop. It all went well until it was Andy's turn to "do" the lobster. It seemed that the lobster had it's eye (er, tail actually) on his finger and when it came time to do the deed, it curled reflexively ('natch) and his thumb was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Ouch. I should have fired the professor that taught the class...er, oh, that was me. No matter, one dinosaur band-aid later and the grilling and feasting went back on schedule!
Once split, the lobsters were cleaned of their digestive system(s), slathered with last year's batch of lobster butter and some parsley. The hot charcoal grill awaited the cloyingly tasty looking crustaceans and it was on!
The four of us managed to eat about five pounds of lobster without incident. We lingered, chatted, ate some more, unwrapped gifts and ate some more. Sated. Satisfied. Content.
To be continued...