Last weekend, I had my annual lobster fill. The past few summers, it's gotten to August or so and I find myself in a dire situation...dangerously close to the end of the summer without having feasted on a lobster. It's definitely more the ritual than it is the actual consuming of lobster meat, but either way, it doesn't seem right to let the summer pass without partaking. So, when Adam's family was here from the west coast last week and showed some interest in having some lobsters from the east coast, we made it happen. Rule #1 as set forth by Jessica: the word "lobster", whenever uttered, is from here on to be pronounced only as "lobstah". It made perfect sense and felt right. (That was really the only rule.)
For more lobstah photos (plus some more from the week), go here.
My lobster before and after:
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