It’s been two weeks and I’m still reeling from the amount of lobster I consumed in Boston. It was succulent I tell you, SUCCULENT.
Let's move away from the actual taste of lobster. Am I going to explain why lobster is delicious? No. It's been done, and by now, most of us are well aware of its taste and I suppose you either like it or you don't. Plain and simple.
Aesthetically, a lobster is one of the most disgusting things ever. They have multiple leg things, with those weird whisker things, and the hard shell thing. They're red for some reason and what the hell is up with their eyes? Horrific.
But something about buttering them up and dressing it for a plate makes me go bonkers. It's repulsive and irresistible all at once. And photogenic! There's nothing quite like capturing the moment right before a dish of lobster is about to be devoured.
And with that, I ask you to please indulge in my lobster photo journal (of sorts!).
There was this tasty baby:
And this little number:
And the roll-less finale:
Pretty, ugly, satisfying, creepy, juicy, and - of course - succulent. I will not feel true happiness again until New England lobster is back in my stomach. Period.