clam-baked
This evening we dined out (again), this time at Leah's parents' house. Good thing we also had friends over to our house for lunch, or I'd start to worry about forgetting how to cook. It is good to get out now and again, though, because we're exposed to foods we don't get at home: dumplings and Korean-style short ribs last night, and lobster tonight. I was trying to think of the last time I'd had lobster; it may be way back when I was in high school, 15-20 years ago. At least, that's the last time I had it as a complete arthropod plunked down on my plate along with a nutcracker and a dish of melted butter. Lobster rolls don't pack quite the same visual impact.
Harvey was pretty excited about the presentation, although he was less enthused when faced with the actual lobster meat. In his defense, though, he rarely eats much dinner, especially when he's enjoyed a peach and the best part of a piece of pizza at the farmers market barely two hours earlier. There were also steamers. I can't recall if the boy tried one of those but I know Leah ate a reasonable quantity: they're her favorite food, and one of the things that tempted her back from veganism lo these many years ago.
Me, I confess I could take or leave both steamers and lobster; I have very proletarian tastes. But they're tasty enough, and once every 15 years quite a treat, especially when accompanied by a fair volume of beer. I'm staying up a little while yet because it doesn't do to be still tipsy when you go to bed, especially in this heat.