Ooh, I'd been thinking about this the whole trip! We finally picked up some lobster from a local fisherman just down the road. Would you believe it was only $4/lb? The price of lobster has just gone way down because of the lack of demand due to the sluggish economy, which is a bummer for the lobstermen, but kind of awesome for us.
Lobster is such a messy affair, and that's half the fun. The notion of lobster being a fancy food, must only be held by those who never eat it. Because once you dig in there's no being dainty or delicate about it. It's all juice squirting, shell crushing, meat sucking deliciousness. I remember once I brought a boyfriend home from college and we had lobster. I looked up from dismembering my crustacean to see a look of horror on his face. It felt like that scene in Splash where the mermaid bites right into the lobster, shell and all, only to realize a moment too late that people on land don't do that.
I suppose it is a rather gruesome affair if you're not used to it, and I can recognize the irony in the fact that I don't hesitate to suck the meat out of each and every skinny lobster leg, but that I get squeamish about cooking a whole chicken (I kind of hate dealing with raw meat, which is half the reason we eat so many veggies!). And yes, I will admit that's it's rather hypocritical that I made my dad drop them into the boiling water because I can't handle it, but am all too willing to dig in when they emerge from their steam bath twenty minutes later, an appetizing shade of fire engine red (they're greenish-brown when they go in).
But, all that moralizing and concern about double standards and whatnot is all too easy to brush aside after that first succulent, butter-drenched bite. Oh, baby how I love lobster! It is Heaven on a plate.
Just try not to stare into their beady eyes...