Monday, June 20, 2011
Jon's spent the entirety of his first Father's Day last year appropriately--he was becoming a father. But constantly walking around the neighborhood in the rain, no sleep, and having to fend for your own food wasn't exactly the fun day I planned. I would whimper between contractions about the nice dinner I had planned to make. I know he really didn't care--as he drove 45 minutes to find an open pharmacy to get me a single Ambien after midnight as we hit over 20 hours of labor--and that's why he deserved a special father's day. It's hard to describe how much I appreciate everything he's done this year for me and Theo.
Jon and David are a lot alike, and they both have been talking a lot about lobsters. David more about cooking one, Jon more about just eating one. So when Vanessa approached me with the idea about a lobster adventure, I knew it was the perfect super-special fancy thing for Jon. So we met on Saturday night at Uwajimaya to pick out our dinner from the lobster tank. Lobsters are basically large insects of the sea. We picked out a big guy, put him on ice and brought him home. Then we cooked them. Jon panicked a bit at the last second as the lobster stretched wider than our pot diameter, and used the lid (and a squeal) for assistance. Twenty minutes later we had a red lobster and a steamy lobster-y smelling apartment. (Still smells like the ocean by my stove). You can eat several parts of the lobster other than just the tail and claws, but only Jon was brave enough to try the roe. Imagine his surprise (and yet, not, based on the taste) when he realized that he had actually sampled the lobster's poop.
Posted by Malorie at 3:24 PM