Random Thoughts: Column not for lobster lovers
Are you a lobster lover? If so, maybe you ad better not read this. You know they are caught in traps, hauled to a market or restaurant, and thrown into a deep kettle of boiling water. They are kicking and squirming and screaming (OK, I guess they don't scream), as they sink into the steaming water. You dig the meat out of the shells and dip it in melted butter.
Well, our dear animal lovers think this cooking treatment is cruel, so they want it stopped. I remember while visiting a niece in California, she took me to a fine restaurant and ordered lobster. The maitre 'd brought a live lobster for her to inspect and to choose it if she thought it was all right. All very formal. Later they brought her plate stacked with pink lobster, all garnished with sliced lemon and green parsley. Very attractive. I've seen the actual cooking on food TV shows. I can't watch the creature as it hits the hot water. I also read lobsters are really a bug. Does that spoil your appetite?
I don't go for seafood. Maybe shrimp. In Oregon, I went on a clam dig. I wore high boots, carried a digger, and tried to pull the clam out of the sucking sand as my feet kept sinking deeper and deeper into the muck.
I should speak of the hot weather we had back in the 1930s. My neighbor and I brought our bedding outside and slept on Mother Earth.
— NORMA HANNAFORD
