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On\nSunday Sandy and I took advantage of Shop Rite’s $6.99 a pound lobster sale.\nWhenever we see lobsters on sale, we usally act!  I steam them in beer,\nthrow in some corn on the husk… sometimes I add some sausages, clams and\nchicken thighs.  Early on I discovered that Sandy loved lobsters as much\nas I do. Back then we had ordered them at Carmen Anthony’s Fish House in\nWoodbury.  And after that experience I swore that I would never<\/em> order lobster at a restaurant with\nSandy again!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Watching\nSandy eat lobster was an eye popping experience.  She attacks the creature\nwith a gusto and sense of purpose that can’t be surpassed! The tail and claws,\nfor most folks are the highlight, but for Sandy just a secondary enjoyment! Her\nfocus is on everything<\/em> else! \nThe little feelers and anything that is attached to the carapace!  She\nrips, breaks apart, crunches and chews every last morsel.  And when she is\ndone, her plate looks like Dresden after the Allies had fire bombed\nit!  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I’m\nwell used to seeing her prey on a lobster carcass, no different than a vulture\npicking its way thru a dead zebra on the Serengeti.  In our home? Fine!\nAt a restaurant?  I don’t think so!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Moving\non… as previously noted, no one can surpass Sandy in the “gusto and\nsense of purpose” in tucking into a lobster.  But there was her\nequal: Mom.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mom\nloved lobster to beat none.  But she employed an “attack” strategy\ndifferent from Sandy.  How should I say it? Mom was more fastidious<\/em>. The ultimate\ntactician.  She approached a cooked crustacean like she was a\npaleontologist unearthing the fossil remains of a triceratops. Mom was quiet\nwhen she operated on a lobster.  How should I say it? She was “taking\ncare of biz.” As much as the family loved lobster, I can recall having it\nonly a handful of times at 25 Alston Ave.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

For\nme, lobster and its consumption was intertwined with Race Brook.  And\ndecades later, I haven’t had better.  Broiled, with superb buttery bread\ncrumb stuffing — the small feeler legs placed on top — and my gosh, how good\nwas that! A squeeze of lemon and time to pick up your lobster fork!  Mom\nmay have added a word or two to conversation during dinner, but I am sure that gabbing\nwould have been second fiddle to the task at hand. She was able to keep pace\nwith the rest of the table, but when all was said and done… and Norman busied\nhimself to clear our table, Mom’s lobster looked like a museum piece!  The\ncarcass perfectly in place, just missing everything inside!  Whistle clean\u2026\nlike an apartment ready for a new tenant.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Such\nis the beauty of memory.  Sandy and I have enjoyed lobsters many, many\ntimes.  And how lucky am I?  Sandy and I trade carcasses for tails and\nclaws! She takes my carcass and I take her tail and claws! Talk about living on\n“Easy Street”!  And each time I dip a mouthful to tail meat into\nmelted butter, I think of Mom.  I think of Mom and her finished\nlobster.  She needed no applause, she was a “lobster pro” in\nevery way, much the way my Sandy is.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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