First, as promised: dish-about the Captain. He DID come to visit. His body pressed against the glass and then through it, on top of me, while I tried to sleep. He tried to cuddle me. I was annoyed. I was tired.
I finally allowed him to have his way with me. He left soundlessly as I drifted off. Finally. I was TIRED! Dammit.
Today was very trying.
Lunch was very uninspiring because it was exactly the same thing I had the day before. And I was tired.
Dinner? It was quite the t'do.
Because I bothered to purchase a lobster tail for myself.
The lobster, for those of you who don't know this- is the cockroach of the sea. Which makes me wonder: why don't people eat cockroaches? If lobster is delicious and the cockroach of the sea, then why can't cockroaches be good? I mean, they would at least be crunchy. But they do have a particular smell to them, if I am remembering correctly (my uncle has a rent controlled apartment in New York that comes complete with cockroaches) from the time I was seven and the fam visited New York. So, they might have to have their flavor disguised somehow. OR people would have to develop a taste for them. Oh. I'm sorry. Am I making you feel queasy? My apologies. But, this IS porno. So suck it up, people!
So I had no clue on what to do with this lobster tail-save boil it, which I thought would be a bit harsh. So I found a few articles that suggested steaming it (thank you, God for the internet!). I steamed it, thought it was done, then changed my mind (it looked a bit raw) and then added some broccoli. So there was the lobster tail, nearly done, and the frozen broccoli, in the steamer, together, making sweet sweet love. Or so we would hope.
I went into the freezer to get some butter and cut some off. I popped a wee bit in my mouth. (You all KNOW how I LOVE frozen butter!)
Eventually the lobster and the broccoli were done and I placed them on the paper plate (I don't "DO" dishes during the week) with the butter.
The lobster still had some shell on it, which I broke off with my fingers. There was black stuff underneath. It was kind of icky looking, but I ate it anyway. I ate all of it, except the shell of course (who eats lobster shells?!).
The verdict? I don't think I would buy it again. I think lobster should be eaten in a restaurant when one is with a boy who loves you. Or WANTS to love you. Part of the joy of eating lobster is having a companion to eat it with-because by itself, it's actually kind of wormy.
Yes. Okay. Back to my veganism. I don't care. Sometimes living things gross me out. I'm squeamish. I don't like the sight of blood. Or hearts beating. It's just disgusting. I don't like to think about where food comes from. I don't.
And to be completely honest? If I'm going to eat flesh? Their 'ent nothing like steak. Filet.
Seduce me with THAT, Cowboys.
I remain,
Hilda Stinson
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