45. Maine Lobster

Sometimes of a winter morning when the grind of work and the weather is blah, when my wife has berated me for forgetting to do something trivial, when I would rather be back in bed, I dream of a summer afternoon in a seaside town in Maine eating a lobster roll. That’s right, this Idaho boy sometimes just dreams of being on the other side of the country in another season chowing down on an Atlantic lobster. I love the flavor of those shell fish hiding in the rocky bays of the Atlantic seaboard. Just knowing they are there gives me a good feeling on a winter morning. Even if it’s too early here to be dipping lobster in melted butter, I know that if I were in Maine right now at around 7:30 am here it would be lunchtime there and I could be eating some of that wonderful Atlantic lobster. Isn’t it good to live in a country where even the existence of a special fish on the opposite shore can make an otherwise blasé morning worth getting up for? I’m so grateful for Atlantic lobster.