Cooking Live Lobster

A friend of mine told me he could get some lobsters right off the boat. I thought how much I love eating lobster and didn’t give it a thought and told him to get me 6 lobsters. Well he did and brought them over in a bag. The minute he walked in with them some kind of fear flooded my emotions. I was not sure what that fear was but I paid him and he left me with the lobsters.

Earlier that day I promised two of them to a friend and I put two of them in a bag. While transferring them I was shocked at how alive and they almost seemed like a rodent or a large scorpion. I brought two of them and left them off with a friend. I felt like I was leaving off kittens or a pet. It was a very strange experience giving away something alive, especially knowing they were going to cook and eat them. Suddenly I felt a bad karma experience coming on.

I realized I had four very large living creatures stuffed in a bag and concealed in my vegetable drawer in the fridge. Well I became very worried I was not going to be able to go through with it.

I thought about possibly calling friend and having them come over and cook them for me. Then I thought that would be cowardly. I started to get really sad and confused about why life is like this. How I don’t even like to cut down a tree and I am the one who think plants can hear, I love watching ants and there is a lobster looking out of the bag at me with these beady black eyes. My first thought was to think this lobster could not see me. Why would I think he could not see me when he had big eyes looking right at me.

I got the water boiling and tried to grab his back while he was in the bag but he was ready and tried to get away and was slippery.

So I grabbed some tongs and a strainer. The lobster’s tail was flipping and he was fighting for quite a while stretching out as big as he could THIS LOBSTER PUT UPA FIGHT! I grabbed him by the tail with the tongs and it flipped into the hot water upside down on his back. I quickly put the lid over it.

I though earlier I would not watch them boil but something made me lift the lid and look.

The lobster’s tail was flipping and it was fighting for quite a while I felt really really bad.

I wondered if this was murder or barbarism or both? Why is life designed like this?

I opened up the lid after I thought the lobster was done cooking and my what a pretty color RED!

Next time I will take them down to the beach and set them free…

I just cannot get past that my face was the last face they saw.

I was a bad karma thing.

Boiling the last lobster was as hard as the first…

I used to boil lobsters as a short order cook in restaurant every day for a couple years. I guess I am just getting soft shelled in my old age.

The little bag that they were brought in with is empty and they are all four laying on the table steaming cooling down. Best to make the most of it.

If they could have made more sounds I would not have been able to have gone through with it but all they did was foam and make bubbling sounds.

The first one fought me so hard it brought me to tears, I wonder if my own will to live is that great?

I will never ever buy lobster like this again. I will stick with clams and scallops and lobster already prepared and out of shell.. I am not cut out for this sort of thing. They are beautiful sitting on the table and I will certainly not let this feast go unappreciated.