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Lunch with Kim and Betty

October 2, 2016

Photo on 6-9-16 at 9.26 AM

Yesterday Kim Thompson Irons took P. and me for a lobster supper along with her mother, Betty.  She is in her 90s and, well, at sea, as they say in crossword puzzles.   The supper was right there at the assisted living place, Bonaventure.

Neither P. nor I had ever eaten lobster.  Once Kim had Betty all fixed up with her walker, which she trudged behind like a grenadier on the way to battle, we walked into the dining room via the back door.  On the patio were several cooking pots on portable propane burners.  Several cooks worked rapidly, sweating in the heat of the pots.  We saw great piles of cooked lobsters on trays, looking quite red and black.  A cook was crushing some of the lobsters with a mallet, presumably to facilitate digging out the meat.

Sure enough, once seated we all got white bibs with caricatures of lobsters thereon.  Seemed like a lot of trouble to go to to dig out a modest amount of lobster meat, but it seemed to be worth it.  Also there was corn, potato salad, coleslaw, and desert was chocolate pie.  I guess fate will dictate if we get to partake of lobster in the future.  I didn’t know so many lobsters existed.  Must have been several hundred in various stages of processing.

Betty proved to be a delightful co-host with her daughter, although she didn’t say much because her hearing is poor.  Kim said Betty will get hearing aids next week.  I didn’t say much either because I didn’t have much to say, other than to thank them.

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One Comment
  1. Never could eat a lobster. They look like giant mosquitos of the sea.

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