Ever since seeing the famous Annie Hall scene I have always wanted to not only cook but also eat lobster and every time I have come close I have been denied my dream by what some may call fate, but I call minor obstructions to the inevitable.
Last night it finally happened without a hitch. The guys and I had a lovely lobster dinner party. It’s not as hard to cook as I thought. Apart from having to send a live sea creature to it’s boiling death, the process is relatively easy and stress free.
When you cook a lobster all you have to do is cook it for seven minutes for the first pound and three minutes for each additional pound to get the perfect results. I decided to dish up my lobster with asparagus, a clarified butter dipping sauce, some mash potatoes and some mixed vegetables.
Looking back it was probably too much food and now I remember why I felt so full for about three hours after, but it was my first lobster! and I had to do it right.
Also on reflection it wasn’t the most amazing thing in the world. It could just be my lobsters, although I don’t doubt my cooking at all, but I wasn’t blown away like I thought I would be. It tasted like really expensive scallops, but it was still tasty, which is all that counts.
I think I probably built it up too much in my head and expected shooting stars and unicorns to dance across the sky with each bite, but to be honest it wasn’t the best meal in the world, which is what I had expected, however I am still glad that I finally have a lobster under my belt, so to speak.