Live fish, do you think? Nope...but something like a fish. More like a cricket. A cricket of the sea.
Yes indeed! As promised, Charlie and his grandpop's lobster trap came through for me. Two freshly caught, live critters, in a box, with water & ice, waving their antennae at me. I just hope they weren't caught in the East River (NYC).
Oooh, look at that. Look at those claws! The lobsters smell briny and don't seem too uncomfortable; I want them to have a good day, even though it isn't going to end well.
Check out the belly side. I know how to sex lobsters, but I can't tell on this picture. I know one of the ones I ate was a male, but I think it was the other one (males have two clasping legs at the beginning of the tail). Wait let me check the garbage...OK, this one I obliterated the tail too much to tell you what it was. Does it matter?
I didn't take any pictures during the cooking process. I was too busy wrestling the little guys into the stock pot. But look how nice they look when they are done!
Posing for a publicity shot.
Here is just a portion of my delicious lunch. Yum! I wish you could have been here. Would you like to have me ask Charlie to send you a present, too?