Lobstah

It's funny how most traditions get started. You decide to do something on a whim, and the next thing you know it's an annual affair. At least, that's how it is with the Lobster Fest we've now enjoyed three years running with the Bergstroms and the Kings.

It's particularly funny that this tradition continued, considering that all three of us were pregnant the first time around, two of us very newly so. The following year made up for any lack of wine consumption the expecting ladies may have been responsible for. This third year, when we hosted, added a competitive twist that generated quite a few emails the following morning.

We titled our version Seymour's Revenge, a) because I thought it sounded funny, and b) because Tim decided he had no intention of eating any lobster. While he definitely enjoys the mussels and/or shrimp we consume as an appetizer, he declares the lobsters far too much work for the end result. Other parties were a bit shocked by this, but willingly went along with the addition of turf to the surf.


Tim and I were admittedly very stressed about hosting this event, because we have never cooked lobsters before. Turns out it's pretty easy, especially when your guests not only bring the supplies but do the actually boiling. On the flip side, the real bonus to hosting was no need of a sitter. We put Laura to bed, and then set Clare and Danny up with a movie and popcorn in our room. They made a brief appearance to watch the lobster "race," a tradition of our fest that continues despite the fact that the lobsters do very little moving of any kind. And then, best of all: Clare put Danny to bed before putting herself to bed. Let the angels sing.

So while Jason may have grass burns on his backside and Tim may be headed back to the chiropractor sooner than later, I believe a good time was had by all. (Except for Quincy, who was relegated to the basement.) In the words of Bryant "the cheat" King, "It's a lobster eat lobster world out there. Decide how you want to live it."