Had dinner with some friends recently who brought lobster back from Maine. It was delicious, and I was especially glad that the lobsters were already partly steamed ( not alive) when they put them in the pot. Their kids had done some rock painting inspired by their trip to Maine and I bought this one from their son Sam.
This is a lobster with personality. I’m not sure if it’s his sunglasses, or the way he seems to be snapping his claws like an confident beatnik. No one’s steaming him.