A gift

After the rain drenched the ground with a furious assault it sputtered and gave way to a blue sky. Perfect for our last lobster at Thurston’s Lobster Pound where the art of cooking a lobster is indeed an art. I love cracking the hard shell and extracting the meat.

It doesn’t matter if juice runs through my fingers or an occasional open cut happens in the pursuit of claw meat. What matters is indulging in the gift of the sea.