I pulled my kah into the pah-king lot at Mah-key's Lobstah Pool at 11:45. There wasn't a soul in sight. It was Tuesday in Seabrook, New Hampshire, and most people were either lying on the beach a few miles down the road or at work. Not me, I was on the hunt for some lobstah. As a kid growing up in Boston, I wanted nothing to do with those red bugs. Not anymore. There's nothing better than pulling hunks of lobster meat out
of a giant claw, letting it steep in butter, and then savoring each sweet
I ordered simply: lobstah and bee-uh, and found I had the ENTIRE porch to myself. Why such a light lunch?
A few days before, I ate at Woodman's – famous for fried clams and scallops. The scallops were some of the best I've ever had. Thank goddess I don't live in Ipswich. Making sustainable seafood choices around all this good stuff would be harder than a lobster claw.
I also had steamers steamahs.
It's no secret that I like seafood. The problem with eating seafood is just that: we all like it, and we're eating too much of it. So, while I love seafood, I try to pay attention to the Monterey Bay Aquarium Sustainable Seafood Guide. Lobster, clams, and scallops are all listed as a "good alternative," which isn't "BEST," but isn't "AVOID" either. (I swear I don't eat anything off the "AVOID" list). I try to tell myself that I don't eat these treats that often, but, still, as I was eating my lobster I couldn't help the feeling that someone was going to tap me on the back and say, "You just ate THE LAST ONE."
And then the room would go silent and everyone would stare at me.
Does that make me crazy-guilty, or what? STOP JUDGING ME.