A sale on lobsters at Stew Leonard’s saw us at the Mondonedo household, trying to figure out who could best play henchman. The grisly task fell on Eddie, Rina’s husband who wasn’t going to take part in the feast (not by choice, really, but by genetic disposition). He had the apron on, after all, so he seemed the logical choice.
The water was taking its time so while waiting for it to come to a boil, Eddie brought the lobsters out of the bags and arranged them on the table. There’s something very disconcerting about sharing a table with live things that will later on be on one’s plate. It was Death Row at best. I moved from my spot on the bench hoping the eyes don’t follow me and was relieved to see that they didn’t.
The first dunk was tricky. Eddie’s tongs did not quite grip the lobster well enough so instead of it being eased gently into the water (Rina said that’s what the instructions were), it sort of made a splash. That, of course, elicited a bit of a horrified squeal from Rina and me. The lobsters on the table seemed unperturbed. I figured they were relieved to be spared from the first round.
If I were next in line to be cooked, I don’t think I would have wanted the result of my fate presented to me on a platter. Unfortunately, that’s how it was for the lobsters that Saturday afternoon. The newly boiled lobsters were set before the rest in all their orange glory. One wonders if they still recognized their comrades now that they looked and smelled differently. I tried to give comfort in my ignorant human way by telling them that it was their fate after all. The only sound I head were the little clicks from the mandibles and maybe the other mouth parts. I was reminded of the aliens in Predator and in District 9. I thought it best to keep a distance.
Minutes later, all eight were properly boiled, cut up, and served for those without seafood allergies. So while Eddie and two of his sons had steak, Rina, Dondi, and I feasted on lobster. Eddie could not resist a taste, however, and it was a huge relief that Rina didn’t have to go looking for the EpiPen. The lobsters were so fresh and so sweet, there was no room for remorse. Then again, I don’t believe in being remorseful for anything I’ve eaten because once it’s in the tummy, it’ll just be a waste of time and energy to entertain any sort of regret.
Thanks to Rina, we didn’t miss the best lobsters of the season. At feasting’s end, we sort of agreed that once a year, when the lobsters go on sale, we will once again have Eddie don the apron and line up the lobsters.