So anyway…My wife calls me at about 4:45 this afternoon and I say, “Where are you?” and she says, “I’m in the car headed home.” and I say, “Cool…we get to have dinner together tonight…we’ve got lots of vegetables, would you like to pick up some protein or should I?” and she says, “I’ll take care of it.” and I say, “Cool. Love you. See you soon.” and when I get home I open the refrigerator and there’s a LIVE THREE POUND LOBSTER STARING AT ME. Jesus fucking christ, I’m glad I didn’t tell her to get beef.

We made a coconut butter curry with lobster, by the way, and it was lovely. Instead of boiling it (vegans look away), I parted the not-so-little guy out with a cleaver, then quick fried the different bits in coconut oil and set aside…then I started the curry and put the cracked and fried bits back in the sauce to simmer for about 15 more minutes.

Oh, and if you want to know what a 3lb lobster looks like, here it is before it got to “meat” Mr. Cleaver:

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