I could have frozen some of the lobster. But it looked to good to save for later. So I made the lobster salad with all of it. And here I am today, still picking at it.
It has been a loooog time since I have felt any emotion toward any food that made me want to eat. And since I appear to be over my "take it or leave it" attitude " toward lobster, I am back on track.
When Poo offered the three lobsters for me to take home, I took them mostly to be polite. My plan was to extract the meat, freeze it and then offer it to anyone who said the just love lobster. Who knew that'someone' would be me.