NEW RELEASES
Scary but yummy
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I LOVE Google. I look stuff up on my phone all the time. For example, not that long ago, My Honey and I were at a restaurant – alone, and the waiter babbled off the specials. When he got to langoustine I had to pause. I refused to admit to the waiter that I had no idea what that was. I’d heard the word before but I couldn’t bring to mind the definition or a picture in my head. I asked him to tell us how it was cooked hoping that would spark a recollection. Nope. The minute he left the table, My Honey and I said in unison, “What’s a langoustine?” Quickly I Googled it and consequently ordered it. YUM!
For those of you who don’t know either:
Main Entry: lan·gous·tine
Pronunciation: ˌlaŋ-gə-ˈstēn
Function: noun
Etymology: French, diminutive of langouste
Date: 1946
: a small edible lobster (Nephrops norvegicus) of European seas having long slender claws —called also Dublin Bay prawn, Norway lobster
“ooooh, put me in butter and I’ll make your taste buds sing!”
(They’re kind of creepy, no? I can eat them, but I can’t look at them. Regular lobsters either. They get my arachnophobia all in an uproar.)
When the children were young, we had some friends with whom we would have “going out to dinner at home.” We would cook fancy meals, and rent a movie. It was a lot of fun, especially in the winter when there was a foot of snow on the ground and the roads were icey, and our driving was limited to the grocery store.
One night we planned a surf and turf meal, and it was my duty to get the lobsters. Lobster was a LOT cheaper back then. I brought them home in a box and stuck them in the fridge.
Joey was in elementary school at the time. He came home from school that day and announced that tomorrow was pet day and he wanted to take our collie, Misty to school with him. Not possible–way too big to fit on the bus, I told him.
Then I had a brilliant idea. I took one of the live lobsters out of the fridge and put it down on the floor in the kitchen. Joey was sulking in his room because he couldn’t take the dog on the bus, and I called him in to see his new “pet” that would be perfect for pet day.
Needless to say, this plan did not go over very well. Joey had never seen a lobster, and it totally freaked him out.
Later that night, Joey watched when I put the lobsters on to cook. He could hear their claws tapping the sides of the giant pot, and he got a little pale, and his eyes were like saucers.
At dinner, he wouldn’t touch a single bite of that delicious lobster. That’s ok.–more for me!!!