Fun night. This Texas girl reports that an authentic New England Lobster Boil is not a place where my graceful table skills naturally shine. My friends host a big party each year. Really big, and it was all-you-can-eat-lobster. I got my first one, a great big one, and then I didn't know really where to start as far as eating it. I knew there was good eatin' in the tail so I ripped it off and was soon covered in gooey jelly stuff. It was dark outside so I wasn't too sure, but I'm thinking lobster eggs??? By the time I grabbed the second one, I went a different way, looking for the smallest lobster. Nice and clean inside.
What a party.
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