Kings of the Road

For the first time ever, Larry and I decided not to go to Indiana to spend Thanksgiving with our family. Instead, to save money and vacation days, we stayed in DC and had our own little private Thanksgiving. We contemplated going to a restaurant, but decided on something even better: lobster. (I’m not a huge fan of turkey anyway; I enjoy the side dishes more than the meat on Thanksgiving.)

Yesterday, we saw the seafood guys set up on the corner down the street, selling lobsters, fish and shellfish out of coolers, straight off the truck from Maine. We bought two on a whim (total weight almost six pounds!!). We named them Rod and Todd. They lived in our fridge for a day, which was kind of weird. I wanted to feed them some breakfast and give them a little bowl of water to drink, because I was worried they might die, but Larry told me not to worry about it. I would not, however, touch them. Ew.

Todd and Rod in the fridge

Todd and Rod on the Counter

Where Lobsters Go to Die

Death of a Lobster

Boiling Lobsters

The Spread: Lobsters, Clams, Polenta, Peas and Butter (P.S. those are 10 inch plates, to give you an idea of how ENORMOUS the lobsters were)

Better Than Turkey

Dessert: Chocolate Pecan Pie

It turned out that Rod and Todd were actually Tina and Rhoda. Oops. I had Tina, and she was soooo good, probably the best lobster I’ve ever had. I’d like to make it a family tradition on Thanksgiving, but once the baby is born, we probably won’t be splurging on lobster.