I have another lobster based confession today. This one is particularly heart breaking if you're a lobster lover like me...
So this past weekend was my family's annual lobster fest. My dad buys 75 lobsters and invites over 30 of his closest friends (and kids) and we all stuff our faces into oblivion. It's one of my top ten days of the year for sure.
This year's lobsters were quite a bit larger than normal. This is both exciting and mildly problematic. I can normally eat at least two, and this year because they were large I only made it through one and a half. I'm pretty disappointed in myself. I wasn't the only one, meaning we had a lot of leftovers. So that there is fab news, because who doesn't want lobster rolls for days?!
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| Behold: The Lobster Pyramid |
I got to take home one of these to go containers stuffed to the brim with lobster meat. And here's where it all goes bad. I hung around chatting for a bit before heading home with my stash o'lobster. I got home at the same time as my friend who rents the apartment on my property. We got to chatting, and next thing I know, my tub of heaven has been sitting in my car for over an hour.
You guys. You DON'T eat lobster that's been out for that long. I really considered it for awhile. But decided it really wasn't worth the risk. I still have PTSD from the stomach bug I had last winter. No reason to bring on that misery... not even for a giant tub of lobster.
And so, today's confession: I threw out probably $60 worth of lobster meat. Sad day my friends.
Have you ever ruined something fabulous like that? Didn't get to finish some leftovers you were super excited for? Anyone else get this attached to food, or is that just me?
I once left a nearly full iced white mocha on the tongue of the horse trailer while I was packing and loading up. I saw it go flying off as I turned on to the highway from the barn and almost cried.
ReplyDeleteI would have cried.
DeleteOnce in college, I was heading to the library for a VERY LONG night, with an XL Dunkaccino in hand. I slipped on some ice and instinctively squeezed the cup in the process. It broke and I lost the whole thing. Good thing I was in a public place or I would have surely ugly cried over it!
As someone so far away from lobster country now, that is so sad to me!
ReplyDeleteI'm still mourning. I'm going to have to get a lobster roll somewhere very soon.
DeleteOh no! All that lobster. So sad. I am already planning to eat all the lobster when I move back to the east coast. If we move to Maine like I want to, then I can have lobster all the time.
ReplyDeleteThat is such a good plan! Do they even have that type of Lobster on the west coast? Or is it all the kind with no claws?
DeleteThis is the saddest thing I've read today.
ReplyDeleteIt may be awhile before I fully recover.
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