Live Maine lobsters!
Growing up in California, eating lobster has a bit of stuffy reputation. The only restaurants that serve them are the starched white napkin sort. Served with mini forks and pokers, sometimes you are given a grown-up bib with which to eat them. But in the summers in New England, it seems you can’t drive more than a few miles without running into a seafood shack that sells lobster of all sorts– in a roll, sumptuously stewed in a bisque, steamed, or grilled. This is definitely one of the perks of living here.
We have been in Connecticut for over a year now, but I had never cooked my own lobsters. Well, that all changed this weekend. I picked up at a passel of snapping, spiky-shelled crustaceans, steamed them off in a bit of salted water, and served them up with wedges of lemon and drawn butter. It couldn’t have been easier, or more delicious!
And this is certainly far less intimidating than eating them in a posh restaurant!
Oh my god. You are awesome!
Delicious. I grew up in Branford CT, there used to be a place near the old MIF factory in Indian Neck that sold culls(missing one front claw) and chicks (lobsters under a pound) for $3.99 lb. Now that I live on the west coast I never hear of people eating lobster.
Oh man, I miss lobster! I had some this summer at a lobster shack in Massachusetts… so good!! Kudos to you for making it at home…