Sometimes the hardest people to please are the ones you know best. Alex was making stuffed lobster for his Grandma Kitty tonight. We don't have lobster crackers and to be honest, he hates wrestling with lobsters at the table. While some of us love the work that goes into extracting the meat, the other half of the population really, truly would rather not deal with the hassle. He is firmly in the latter camp. Kitty is visiting us for the week and she loves stuffed lobster. Coincidentally our local market had a special on lobsters and so we hatched a plan to cook them for her. This evening as she watched Alex assembling the meal she was not pleased. She is one of those people that takes pleasure in taking the lobsters apart. After some discussion he continued cooking them his way. The result were individual lobsters, grouped together in a baking dish and covered with a shrimp-potato chip dressing. I am happy to report that the results were so delicious that Kitty forgave him for removing all her shells. Everyone was happy. That's the power of a great meal.
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