Ragnar and I finally made it to Maine, where we delighted in the treat of lobster. Let it be known - I have never tried lobster because I've been waiting to come to Maine and have the real thing. To tell you the truth I was expecting it to be firmer and have some kind of brandy flavor to it - but really it was more crab-like than anything. I'm sure all of you reading this have already tried lobster, but for those of you who haven't, it's fun, you get to wear a bib if you feel like it, and there is enough butter to lube your insides for life! And it's sweet. Another thing - they really sell you on using a nutcracker to crack that thing open, but I used my hands and found it much easier. It's strange to think of it walking slowly around on the ocean floor, but it doesn't stop me from delighting in its boiled presence on my plate. Eating lobster used to be a sign of poverty and was often fed to slaves. At the rate our budget is going I wish it was still for the dead broke - now I have to elbow in with retirees on the tip of Maine to get a taste.
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