Lobsterfest

Rationale behind challenge:
Growing up, my maternal grandfather loved the outdoors. This was passed onto my mother and onto me. My father, not that educated in the outdoors, tried as best as he could. Fishing with my dad involved going to local trout farms when I was much younger than I am now. One particular time, I caught a small rainbow trout, stunned it and brought it home. While on the way home, it kept flipping around in the bag. Because I was holding it, I decided to name it Freckles. That's where the problems started. When we got it home, my father cleaned it and gave it to my mom to cook it for dinner that night. At dinner time, I couldn't eat the fish. It was Freckles and because I had a personal connection to it, it was my friend and eating it was out of the question. From then on, everytime we went to the fish farm, the fish was cleaned prior to getting it home and was placed in a cooler out of sight.

While volunteering at a local salmon hatchery the same connection has also occured, but in a slightly different capacity. I used to feed the salmon when they were in the troughs every saturday morning until they were ready to be released. Since then, I rarely eat Salmon and if I do, I have to ensure the fish was not something that had anything to do with the system I used to support.

So I decided that I needed to make myself tougher in this regard and cooking a lobster was just the thing I needed.

Luckily the small ones were on sale today. I picked up a lobster that was about a pound and a half. I took it home and I put it in the pot of boiling water until it was cooked. I did not name it and I did not even look it in the eyes or I may not have been able to eat it. It did not scream when it went in the pot or I may have had to step outside of the room.

When it was done, I pulled it from the pot and waited for my husband to dismantle it. Without that, it would have sat on the plate and I would not have been able to eat it. I also had to turn it on it's side so that I did not have to look at its eyes. I also said a small prayer for the lobster and hoped it had a quick and painless passing. I know it's over the top but it's who I am.

I did not have any problems eating it. I made it into a Valentine's Dinner for my husband. I served it with risotto, coleslaw, corn and fresh buns. I also had white wine which couldn't get served because we don't have any corkscrews. It was good. However, I am glad I only bought one and not one for each of us. I couldn't eat anymore than I already had.

I have attached a picture:

So I won't be doing this again anytime soon. I have learned that I can do certain things when forced. I can only hope I don't have any nightmares.

Thanks for reading.

Lynn