A few weeks ago we found an enormous lobster, very dead, blue dead - although I thought they were blue when alive and red when cooked. Maybe this one was in the process of expiring and we could have saved it. Instead we feared it. It was too big for words, our imagination wasn't big enough for the largeness of this lobster. I'm not even exaggerating, it was gigantic, what lobster legends are created from. It's claws were the size of Rob's hands, I bet it weighed 10 pounds. And see, if I had taken a picture I could show you - but like all legends there is no photo. Rob thought it inappropriate - I wanted to bring it home and pickle it for posterity, I thought its accomplishment at living so long and so large should be shared, awed. And we would have been the talk of the shore for years. Earlier in the summer Cate and I found a beautiful little baby lobster, red and very alive, trotting between sandbars. It was adorable and tiny and having fun - I felt momentarily awful at how much I had been enjoying eating lobster rolls recently. When we told our young friends who were playing further down the beach and collecting all things sea creatury - minnows, snails, hermit crabs - the yelps began and the hunt was on for the baby lobster. We never found the baby lobster, but what fun we had frolicking in the shallow tidal waters searching for it.
Monday, November 9, 2009
Post from October 2009 - Dead flies and lobsters
Cate is running around the house, obsessed with the "dead flies" that appear on the floor by the sliding glass doors and windows. Phonetically, or in Cate speak, it's "DEH FOIEE!! DEH FOIEE!! MOM Deh Foieee..." I don't know where they keep coming from but they get in the screen doors and produce a million little maggotty progeny and then, again, dead flies everywhere. Part of coastal country living.
A few weeks ago we found an enormous lobster, very dead, blue dead - although I thought they were blue when alive and red when cooked. Maybe this one was in the process of expiring and we could have saved it. Instead we feared it. It was too big for words, our imagination wasn't big enough for the largeness of this lobster. I'm not even exaggerating, it was gigantic, what lobster legends are created from. It's claws were the size of Rob's hands, I bet it weighed 10 pounds. And see, if I had taken a picture I could show you - but like all legends there is no photo. Rob thought it inappropriate - I wanted to bring it home and pickle it for posterity, I thought its accomplishment at living so long and so large should be shared, awed. And we would have been the talk of the shore for years. Earlier in the summer Cate and I found a beautiful little baby lobster, red and very alive, trotting between sandbars. It was adorable and tiny and having fun - I felt momentarily awful at how much I had been enjoying eating lobster rolls recently. When we told our young friends who were playing further down the beach and collecting all things sea creatury - minnows, snails, hermit crabs - the yelps began and the hunt was on for the baby lobster. We never found the baby lobster, but what fun we had frolicking in the shallow tidal waters searching for it.
A few weeks ago we found an enormous lobster, very dead, blue dead - although I thought they were blue when alive and red when cooked. Maybe this one was in the process of expiring and we could have saved it. Instead we feared it. It was too big for words, our imagination wasn't big enough for the largeness of this lobster. I'm not even exaggerating, it was gigantic, what lobster legends are created from. It's claws were the size of Rob's hands, I bet it weighed 10 pounds. And see, if I had taken a picture I could show you - but like all legends there is no photo. Rob thought it inappropriate - I wanted to bring it home and pickle it for posterity, I thought its accomplishment at living so long and so large should be shared, awed. And we would have been the talk of the shore for years. Earlier in the summer Cate and I found a beautiful little baby lobster, red and very alive, trotting between sandbars. It was adorable and tiny and having fun - I felt momentarily awful at how much I had been enjoying eating lobster rolls recently. When we told our young friends who were playing further down the beach and collecting all things sea creatury - minnows, snails, hermit crabs - the yelps began and the hunt was on for the baby lobster. We never found the baby lobster, but what fun we had frolicking in the shallow tidal waters searching for it.
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