On my birthday, for a few years, I would order Maine live lobsters for a shared feast, regardless of where I was living. My birthday present to me. I haven't done that for a few past years, but often, especially if I've taken a toke or two, I will lie in bed and crave a Maine Lobster Roll! Happened to me again tonight.
I decided, what the hell, whipped out the ole credit card and made an order. To be honest, as one gets older, ones interest in food lessens. But, the craving for a lobster roll has become more frequent of late, so my dream will soon come true, Maine style!
Had to order 2lbs, cooked, shelled and frozen, minimum order, so might also make a lobster stew, like Mama used to make way back then, on the northern rural coast of Maine!
Way lots cheaper back then, when Dad would do a job for someone, and the lobster fisherman would give him permission to pull some from his traps. We'd get them on the way in the boat and cook them up on the river side rocky beach, in a pit, fired up in the bottom with driftwood branches and twigs, then the lobsters covered in seaweed. Sounds kind of barbaric in hindsight. But that was life, and death, and I was raised with lobster!
We kids would stuff ourselves with lobster, then wade and swim about in the north Atlantic ocean until we turned purple from the cold. Ah, the good ole days.