My (29th!) birthday was last Sunday, which meant I got to claim the whole weekend as my own to celebrate!
Friday night, Josh and I decided to tackle cooking live lobsters for the first time. I'm a firm believer that if you're going to eat an animal, you should be OK with slaughtering it. Otherwise, aren't you just deluding yourself that what your eating (for example, a steak) didn't actually come from an animal (a big-eyed cow)? Anyway, I love lobster, and I wanted to cook it myself.
Friday afternoon, the crustaceans arrived:
After taking a peak, I put the cover of the box back on and weighted it down with a couple Wine Spectator magazines. I was convinced those guys were going to try to escape!
We studied up on our various instructional material:
Then, it was time to suit up:
Josh was convinced that gently rubbing the backs of the lobster would make the whole "death-by-being-boiled-alive" thing easier on them:
Massages complete, it was time to get our friends into the pot:
Pick them up behind the claws!
Into the pot they went, and meanwhile:
a couple glasses of Cuvee Sauvage were poured.
12 minutes later, they were red and ready!
With a side of clarified garlic butter and a little lemon (not to mention the best patio weather imaginable), they were perfect.
Dessert was much less labor intensive:
Two dips from the Tastee Freez!