I feel like I’m lying to you. Every time I refer to my husband as “David” I feel like I’m writing about some foreign creature—or at least someone else’s life.
These are the only conditions under which I call my husband David:
- We are in a professional setting
- We are with people who have known him since childhood—or at least since before I met him 15 years ago.
- I am really, really angry with him and writing it all down in a letter to myself.
When I first met “David” I was on a press trip to Orlando, Florida sponsored by Red Lobster. Yes, that Red Lobster: the largest seafood chain in the world, best known for piles of fried seafood barely discernible under layers of batter and butter. (The chain has made enormous strides since then and actually offers some healthy choices; more on that in a post to come).
Despite all that fat and so little flavor, Red Lobster gave a mean press trip. We did vertical tastings of crab, lobster and shrimp and learned how each is harvested in different parts of the world. Oh, and I learned this: we can now buy mechanically peeled, deveined shrimp in the grocery stores thanks to Red Lobster. As the world’s largest single buyer of shrimp, it was worth their while to pay for the development of equipment that could efficiently –- and ultimately inexpensively—peel and devein vast quantities of shrimp. Once the equipment was developed for them, it was only a matter of time before other, smaller companies could reproduce the idea to scale.
So yes, I got a lot out of my time at Seafood University. I brought each of my children a little stuffed red lobster- and a week later, a new friend named David.
My Nearly Perfect Daughter and Exceedingly Charming Son were 8 and 6 respectively, and they were stunned when they saw a tall, shaved-head, goateed and hip-looking guy come through the back gate. Exceedingly Charming Son claims little memory of anything besides the enormous clear bag of Lego-shaped candy the dude with the gleaming head was carrying. I remember that candy (and the chocolate-dipped strawberries he brought to our first date). Red Lobster might call the ensuing few weeks a Family Love Fest™.
There was one small glitch in those initial weeks, but the kids fixed it seconds after it arose. I was in the kitchen making dinner, the kids were at the table playing, and David went out to the pantry to get something. I remembered I needed another ingredient while he was there and called to him: “Hey, David…”. The kids froze. Their father, who had left recently, was named David. Hearing me call his name from the kitchen…Well, it didn’t work for their little psyches, so they immediately gave this new David a new name. He became The Extremely Bald One. That soon became too cumbersome and they made it “E.B.O.” Soon, even saying the three letters was too much, and his name became Ebo. By the time my family and friends met him, this man was known by the three of us only as Ebo. As he shall now be known to you…
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The Perfect Lobster Roll
A truly great lobster roll should profess undying gratitude to its raison d’être: the lobster. In other words, don’t muck it up by adding lots of seasoning, too much mayo or all kinds of crazy ingredients. Keep it simple: the cooled lobster meet should barely glance at the mayo, not drown in it. The best roll to use is top split, which makes it harder for the lobster to escape the bread (which means more makes it into your mouth). Lightly toasting that bun gives you all the textural contrast you need.
Makes 4 servings
4 (1 to 1 1/4 pound) lobsters which yields about 2 cups, or 14-ounces)
1 celery stalk, thinly sliced
6 tablespoons mayonnaise
1/8 teaspoon freshly ground black pepper
4 top split hot dog buns
2 tablespoons softened unsalted butter
1. Bring a large pot of water to a boil. Add the lobsters, head first, cover and return the water to a boil. Boil the lobsters, partially covered, 9-10 minutes, or until the shells are bright red. Using tongs, transfer the lobsters to a large bowl of ice water to cool 2 minutes; drain. Twist off the claws and tail and remove the meat. Cut the lobster into 1/2-inch pieces. Place the lobster in a wire mesh sieve set over a bowl and refrigerate 1 hour until chilled.
2. Transfer the lobster to a clean bowl and stir in the celery, mayonnaise and pepper; mix well.
3. Heat a large skillet over medium heat. Brush the insides and the sides of the hot dog buns with the butter. Open the rolls and place them cut side down in the skillet, in batches if necessary; cook 1-2 minutes, or until lightly golden. Turn the rolls over and cook 1-2 minutes longer.
4. Fill each bun with 1/2 cup of the lobster mixture and serve immediately.
Makes 4
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Cindy Hatcher says
I love this story! But now I’ll picture a lobster when I think of David. He seems much too sweet for those claws…
Susan says
Marge, you clearly “get” the real lobster roll. No herbs or other fancy add-ons, just like they do it in my summer haunt, my favorite-place-on-earth, Southport Island, Maine.
Nancy Long says
Sounds like the pure lobster roll. Can’t wait to try it, but have never been able to understand putting magnificent lobster on a hot dog roll!
Marge says
That’s fair, Nancy, because in theory it might not make sense. But here’s its raison d’etre: the sweet, tender and just slightly chewy pieces of lobster meat get a little textural contrast with the lightly toasted roll. The little smear of butter on the roll helps enhance the lobster’s inherent richness, but doesn’t detract from it. And, the roll makes a really good carrying device for transporting the lobster to your mouth– especially when eaten on a beach or picnic.
As you can see, I have thought about this in waaaay too much detail.
Oh– and let’s not forget the importance of the TOP split roll: it helps ensure the sweet lonster meat goes into your mouth and not on the ground.
Wendy says
I love this story
Michelle says
I laughed, I cried…I crave lobster.