May 19
A day in the life of a lobster
Cats: photos|On a cold foggy morning, I happened to be on a wharf as the lobster boats were arriving with their catch.
This prized shellfish is destined for fine fish markets the world over and it was exciting to witness it landing right before my eyes.
Later that night, after the sun burned through the fog, there was a feast of the sweet delicate meat. It was prepared as an Asian stir fry. You can see that the lobster wasn’t looking so keen. (It was not bought at the wharf as this is illegal.)
But when it was all said and done, heaven is the closest word I can summon up to describe meal.
May 20th, 2008 at 12:42 am
I feel sorry for them when their eyes dart around while they’re in the tank, but they SURE DO taste good!
May 20th, 2008 at 12:56 am
God, somehow this reminds me of that Simpson’s episode where Homer kept the lobster as a pet and ate him at the end.
May 20th, 2008 at 1:05 am
You live a charmed life, don’t you?
I love the photo of the red cooking pot.
May 20th, 2008 at 9:13 am
I can almost smell the salt in the air … the power of the narrative photo strip! Fantastic!!
May 20th, 2008 at 11:59 am
I hate to be a downer, but I don’t like lobster. Blech.
May 20th, 2008 at 1:06 pm
That’s ILLEGAL???? Who knew?
May 20th, 2008 at 3:21 pm
Jacy, they were gorgeous, hoping you’ll get a slurp this summer
WP, yup, sort of like that.
Barbara, the lobster part was charmed but the leaky windows, leak in the floor, and leak in the line leading to from the well to the cottage wasn’t so charming
BeckEye, next time I’ll do a post on Michael Johns. You won’t say Blech then.
YAM, yup it was on the radio this am too. Apparently you have to sell through a broker in NS. But not in NB and I think the lobster fishers are none to happy about it.
May 20th, 2008 at 3:30 pm
Illegal, smalegal. Like our Galician friend says of the EC rules on local wine and olive oil sales “it has allways been this way”
May 20th, 2008 at 3:30 pm
gilberto, the salt in the fog that morning was amazing
May 20th, 2008 at 3:31 pm
Rules are for the Germans and the British
May 20th, 2008 at 3:33 pm
Yes, Gilberto, it’s a case of stopping them, although I didn’t want to criminal anyone by implying that I bought something from them. I didn’t and wanted to make that clear.
May 20th, 2008 at 4:04 pm
LOVE lobster with the Gifted Typist family!!
Word to the wise though don’t drink 2 bottles of red wine BEFORE the lobster feast. I hope that I will be invited back…promise to stick to the beer!
Nanc
May 20th, 2008 at 5:00 pm
What fun. Poor George makes a mean lobster Cantonese. I don’t like to watch the part where he cuts their head off before stir frying them.
May 20th, 2008 at 6:27 pm
They taste better when they come “off the wharf”. The way around it is to just buy a baseball card from the fisher for say $24 dollars and have a few lobsters thrown in with the card. Rules, schmules, I agree with Gilberto.
May 21st, 2008 at 7:16 am
Nanc, you always welcome to lobster feasts with us
CP, Cantonese lobster. Mmmmm. Why don’t you visit Nova Scotia again.
YAM, off the wharf is the best lobster in the world. Love the strategy with the expensive baseball card.
May 21st, 2008 at 6:23 pm
Courtesy of Pinkard and Bowden, the chorus from The Fish Song:
Oh, I lobster and never flounder
He wrapped his line around her
and they drove off in his carp
Oh, I lobster and never flounder
I octopus his face in
Eel only break her heart