The Adventures of Zeb

Welcome to the adventures of Zeb. Zeb is, of course, the lobster I killed last night after lots of prayer and a glass of wine. Okay, two glasses of wine. I would have been able to do it minus the vino had Zeb been dead upon purchase. But if you buy a dead lobster, let’s be honest; there’s really no reason to name him.

After much research on the subject of boiling a lobster, I realized two things. One, I can do this. And two, researching anything online leads you to some pretty interesting websites. See below:

Some say that you can ‘hypnotize’ a lobster by rubbing the top of its head or its abdomen, thereby pacifying it before boiling. The theory is that the adrenaline produced by a frightened lobster adversely affects the texture and flavor of the meat. I have never seen or tasted any evidence of this, but if you want to cover all possible bases, go ahead and hypnotize your lobster.

I made fun of this guy in my head until I actually tried to boil Zeb. It was then that I realized that his lifeless little body wasn’t so lifeless, and hypnosis would have been my best friend. For when I put him in the boiling water, he began to squirm and proceeded to use his tail to grasp onto the side of my not-so-lobster-sized pot and pry himself out. Even writing this, I’m feeling squeamish. I gasped heartily, grabbed the tongs, and tried to maneuver him back into the water. There was lots of splashing and wrestling, and right before I passed out, Zeb relinquished. At this point I debated on a third glass of wine, but decided against it for the sake of my lemon butter. I set the timer for ten minutes (the standard time I gathered from about 15 different sites) and proceeded to wait.

After taking Zeb out of the water I started to dig the meat out. This would have been much easier had I owned a lobster cracker, but after multiple trips to several stores I settled on my kitchen knife and a pair of scissors from Hobby Lobby. It eventually yielded acceptable results, though I soon began to realize why no one bothers to cook lobster. It’s not because it’s difficult to prepare, but because it takes so much work to eat. I’m not sure who decided to make this a worldwide delicacy, but if he’s still alive I’d like to talk with him. It really was delicious with the amazing lemon butter and savory meat, but in the end, all you really have are bits of shell and a wine cork that smells strongly of lobster.

Rest in peace, Zeb.

5 thoughts on “The Adventures of Zeb”

  1. I have been eagerly anticipating this post…and can honestly say it was everything I thought it would be! Totally lived up to my expectations, as usual šŸ™‚ It makes me want to watch “Julie & Julia.” Love it!

    1. I love it! I am actually looking to make lobster tails this weekend. Would you mind passing on your recipe for lemon butter?

  2. you are hilarious! Props to you for trying… I would never have the courage (or the heart!) to do that! I’m afraid I would have run out of the room screaming at the sight of the thing climbing out of the pan. I can see me standing on top of our bed when Zach comes home to find a lobster on the loose! šŸ™‚

  3. Jen:
    For the kinds of reasons you describe here, years and years ago I searched my heart and decided to become a vegetarian. I’ve never looked back.

  4. This one ranks at or near the top of all blogs of all time. Zeb was born to furnish you and Kyle with this
    great meal.(by the way, what wine goes best with Zebs?)

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