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							Wed  7 Jun, 2006 10:11 am
						
						
					
					
					
						I have been posting on A2K for a while now. I have loved the intellectual level of many of its members, and always found many fascinating threads to which I became involved. Sometimes, A2K was TOO interesting, and I found that I was at the computer, tapping away on my keyboard, when I really should have been attending to other matters. 
Recently though, I have found that except for a few of the diehard regulars, that A2K does not seem to be bringing in new members of the culinary quality of past times. In addition, I am perceiving an attrition of many of the regulars, who have either left, or are boiling on a less regular basis. 
					
				 
				
						
														
					
												Montana said already she is leaving the lobster...
											
					
				 
																									
						
														
					
												I love tasting and sampling and if it's dripping with butter, yummy.  
On the other hand, I let other people do my dirty work for me and put that clawed creature in boiling water so I can just enjoy the fruits of their labor.
When it's all over, I end up stinking of something decidedly fishy, but happily licking my fingers.
											
					
				 
																									
						
														
					
												please HELP 
what means as losing the lobster
most thanks for ashirtance
											
					
				 
																									
						
														
					
												I think you mean "loosing" the lobster.  That's when I let go and dance.....
											
					
				 
																									
						
														
					
												Having a lobster in a pot is like having 2 lobsters in the ocean.  Or, something like that.  I think.
											
					
				 
																									
						
														
					
												Loosing the lobster would more properly belong in this thread
http://www.able2know.com/forums/viewtopic.php?t=76327&highlight=
I would have thought.
											
 
																									
						
														
					
												One of the worst dining experiences in my life was when I was out to dinner on a date. We went to a fancy restaurant, and I ordered lobster. The place was so ritzy that the waiter opened up the lobster, and removed the meat for me.
Now, anybody who knows anything knows that developing mastery over a 1 1/2 pound dead sea creature, is one of the most wonderful of human joys. I was so angry at that waiter, and really wanted to give him a piece of my mind, but at the time, I did not want to appear gauche in front of my date, whom I strove to impress.
So there my friends, is my tale of woe. What could have been the most satisfying of dinners, greedily exploring for the flesh of the lobster, became a mundane meal, the crustacean's inner parts neatly arranged on my plate.
											
					
				 
																									
						
														
					
												A white
Sports coat
And a pink
Crustacean . . .
											
					
				 
																									
						
														
					
												
Only if one were particularly perverse.
											
 
					
				 
																									
						
														
					
												Well, just speaking for myself, the reason its lost some of its lobster for me is because of an allergy of mine to shellfish...
											
					
				 
																									
						
														
					
												A lobster in the bush is worth two in the hand.
											
					
				 
																									
						
														
					
												snood wrote:Well, just speaking for myself, the reason its lost some of its lobster for me is because of an allergy of mine to shellfish...
 
I knew it ! ! !
I knew your were basically shellfish . . . now i have the proof ! ! !
											
 
					
				 
																									
						
														
					
												roger wrote:A lobster in the bush is worth two in the hand.
 
You and dadpad need to get a room.
											
 
					
				 
																									
						
														
					
												why should i go to my room Im having a whale of a time
											
					
				 
																
						
														
					
												Snood, you have no sole . . .