yum... lobster...

reading about the rare lobster in the news actually made me crave for lobster...
the last few years of living at home, mom & dad would totally cash in on the cheap summer lobster sales (foggy memory suggested they were priced at something crazy like $0.99/lb or something) and we'd boil them all, spend a few hours extracting all the meat, then putting all of it in the fridge so we can use the meat for a salad, or just carnivorous eating rampages.

i only had lobster once since i moved out of the house. a friend was flying about 10 lobster from hometown BAWSTON out here, and for my birthday she gave me 2 of the lobsters. they were slightly chilled on ice but still mobile when waking up from a cold slumber in the styrofoam container. i'd read instructions online and seemed confident enough to go home and cook them. first boil until half cooked - the most humane way to go - then chop in half and grill the rest while basing with a marinade. what can go wrong?!

well E. had no crazy love for eating lobster like i did (though he likes lobster, but not LOVE) and wanted nothing to do with the killing of the beasts. no worries - i'm chinese and since young we've seen chickens and parts of various unidentified animals being chopped left and right, raw, cooked, whatever.
afterall, i was only just going to throw it into the pot...

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then i felt BAD for KILLING the damn lobsters. i never thought i would. i have stood my my parents side many many years witnessing this simple act of lobster murder without any remorse, and all of a sudden, i get to the boiling pot, and i FELT BAD!!!!!! E. was on the sideline, couldn't bear to watch this...
they were Boston lobsters, i couldn't very well have let them go free on the lawn hoping they'll find a good new home; or just let them eventually die of starvation or lack of water...
so i quickly threw both of them into the pot, praying that the cosmic karma total wouldn't get unbalance and punish me for robbing these lives out of the lobster. it's kinda like i have no problem when someone else had kill the animals, and i have no problems cooking the killed animals, i just have that problem being the one bringing the end to them.

and so, no the world didn't crumble and punish me for the deaths, but i felt sufficiently guilty enough, that i half heartedly chopped the boiled lobsters in half, and put them on the grill.
they tasted "ok" but i think the guilt of brining their demise troubled me, and affected the taste.

the lobster tasted... a bit tough because i overcooked them on the grill. and tasted... GUILT-Y.

well, after travelling down memory lane with this blog post, i think i'll delay my next lobster dinner at home for a while...