My brother, Natan, was in town last weekend. One thing you should know about Natan is that he loves lobster. I mean LOVES. Ask him what his greatest joys in life are and he'll say his friends, soccer and lobster. (He's going to respond to this post and say that's not true, but we know better.) Being a conniving sister and trying to lure him to visit me in D.C., I promised a lobster feast if he came. Not surprisingly, he did.
I've never cooked lobster before - at least not a whole one. But Natan was a champion and took the reins. (Never mind that he'd never done it himself, either. His unsurpassed love of lobster simply guided him through the process.) We went down to the docks at the SouthWest Waterfront, picked out 3 2-pound lobsters and went to town.
The results were delicious; though, to be honest, the process was a little too laborious for my taste. Suffice it to say that unless Natan's back in town and craving lobster, this is one of those things that I'll put on my "done" list, and move on. But it was a fun experience, and we laughed a lot--and then thoroughly destroyed those lobsters (along with sweet corn on the cob and steaming bowls of New England clam chowder from the docks).
