My parents bought us some fresh seafood for Hannukah this year.
Much to my surprise, I opened the box to find two live lobsters, writhing about. Ironic–yes–we Jews are forbidden the unkosher shelfish–but I’ve never been one to turn down a bacon cheeseburger or shrimp cocktail, much less a schmancy lobster dinner. Due to our random schedules, Morgan and I didn’t get the chance to sit down for dinner together for a day or two, and we grew quite attached to the lobster living under a pile of wet paper towels in the pyrex bowl in our fridge. We affectionately (and rather appropriately, in my opinion) named him “Mr. Lobster” and when cooking time came, it wasn’t easy to say goodbye.
Please enjoy “Eric & Morgan Eat Mr. Lobster” or, ”How I Became Vegetarian For A Brief Time”.
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oh. uh. that was heart wrenching, I can only imagine you two felt, besides… full? ick!
djuna added these pithy words on
Jan 03 10 at
4:03 pm
