Last Monday in my haste to publish the “Lobsta” post while my tempermental computer was still working, I omitted two favorite items.
My good friend Jan (May she rest in peace.) had a summer home in Gloucester in a cove of the ocean. When I visited, she would swim out to her lobster traps and swim back with our dinner. Lobster doesn’t come any fresher than that.
The first summer I was married, my then-husband and I were hosting a lobster feast at a summer cottage in Rockport. Sunday morning O and my father went to the lobster pound and brought back a dozen and a half live lobsters. They proceeded to fill the bathtub with tap water and put the lobsters in the tub to keep them fresh. Oops. Lobsters need salt water; they die in fresh water. O and my Dad hurried back to the lobster pound where they were assured that as long as the lobsters were cooked within six hours, it would be fine. Whew!
Dorothy C. Judd (c) 2016
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