How could I not name this post after that scene in Julie and Julia?
On Saturday, when Ian and I saw a deal at the H Mart that was just too good to pass up, we decided we were having lobsters for dinner.
Of course I love a good shellfish, not to mention bright red ones, so we had the nice man scoop up the two biggest and best ones. As we shopped, the little guys sat squirming in the bag in our cart and when we placed them in the backseat for the ride home, I had to keep a watchful eye so that they didn't escape and come pinch me.
I let Ian be manly and prepare the lobsters, not before playing with them a little bit. And maybe making a creepy little video where I made them talk. I'll spare you that.
But pretty soon, it was time to get down to business. We were hungry.
First of all, I realized that I had never actually eaten lobster before. Also, I didn't know that they magically turned red when you boiled them! I thought that was like, only in cartoons.
I fried up some asparagus, Ian melted some garlic butter, and we had ourselves a feast.
The last family portrait.
They sure are hard work to eat, but WOW was it tasty.
Afterwards, we felt it was only appropriate to fully dissect them.
