

Unfortunately I underestimated E's reaction when I pulled/dumped two live lobsters out of their bag. She immediatly became nauseated, rushed out of the house, and called her friend (Mama Bear) for commiseration and sympathy, which she found in great measure. Anyway, she repented and came back home and actually enjoyed the fresh lobsta and excellent fresh corn! They turned out very good and I may actually try it again sometime.

Along with learning how to say lobsta and butta, I also learned that had E ordered a milk shake at the creamery last week she would have been sorely disappointed. You see a milk shake is merely milk with a flavored syrup blended together. If you want a true milk shake, you know with ice cream, one must ask for a CABINET. So naturally we had some cabinets to end the evening in style!!
UGH, you could have at least covered up their eyes! I'm glad I was here for E's moral support -- nobody should go through that trauma alone! The cabinets look good, though.
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ReplyDeleteTHOSE THINGS ARE SCARY. I'M GLAD THEY'RE DEAD.
BECAUSE THAT'S SCARY.
I found they were edible as long as I shut down all mental processing and just chewed.
ReplyDeleteThe shakes I had no problem with!!!
Next time ask the market to cook your lobstas for you. This way you get the experience, your house doesn't get the stench, and your soul doesn't get the guilt of direct eye contact with your dinner before you drop it into a boiling pot! Oh, and next time invite us!
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