Lobster Fright Fest

Tonight we have a lobster fest with my parents. Their Friday nights are renound in our small circles for being their date night and usually surf and turf is served. Well this evening Russ, his parents and I are invited to partake with them. Each one will be putting their own lobster into the pot to cook. Well, except me of course.

Lobster bisque-delish! Grilled lobster-Yum-o! Lobster salad-Mmmm. Touch the whole lobster! No way!! When I was 17, my parents lovingly took me to Don Pepe for a my birthday dinner, in which they proceeded to order me my first lobster. When the cooked crustacean was put forth in front of me, all I thought was, "This looks like a giant roasted roach!!!" It was hands off from then on. I traded dishes with my mom and opted for Paella instead. However, the trauma continued as my loving father would, every so often, take one of the lobster claws and touch my hand with it! This was his way of helping me conquer my fear. Did it help? Not in the least.

For those of you who love to take that whole lobster, crack open every piece and take in the succulent meat, my hats are off to you. I wish I could but it's just not happening. So tonight, the lobster fest is on and Russ will just take the meat out for me to enjoy. As for my dad, I'm sitting real far away from him.

Mangia!!