Scott suggested we buy the meanest most bad-ass lobsters we could find, easing their minds about shoving a live critter headfirst into a pot of boiling water. Fortunately our lobsters were actually shipped in from Maine and had most likely heard stories about what happens.
We picked three lobsters that looked pretty peevish, all the while passing shoppers were FLIPPING OUT about the critters coming out of the tank. I couldnt help but laugh. These people must be what my father would call "cheap dates".
We got these bad boys home and shoved them in the sink where they could wrestle and decide who was the first to head into the pot. Photo op.
I regaled my guests with how I used to enjoy popping their eyeballs once cooked. They all thought I must be a certain kind of new england gladiator. They are probably right on the money. I then proceeded to "seduce the lobsters" before turning them upside-down so they can have a relaxing moment before heading to the hot tub.
Naturally the butter was simmering on low and in went the bugs.
Baby friend prefers sweet potatoes. I told him not to worry, he'll get down with the lobster when he is a little older. Aunt B will train him up in no time.
Can we say Delish!!
Here is Scott making excellent work of his lobster. We really didnt have the tools to make quick work. He's going at his with a stove thermometer. Why not?
