There are 20 3-pound lobsters, and Bob has them in an ice chest on a layer of seaweed, and in the frig. The guy who sends the lobsters each year is a friend, and Bob feels very personally about this party… it’s a summer seashore ritual played out on the Continental Divide.
This was the first round of crustaceans and the last picture I took that evening.
Here you have 2 pm the next day, when reasonable people would have already cleaned up the kitchen. There’s a big pot of lobster shells and heads simmering on the back burner, and you might notice that I still have to process 6 zucchini and 10 pounds of apricots. Or you might stop entirely and admire this flower arrangement–that’s what I’ve been doing. These flowers are otherworldly, as if they came from a place where people are nine feet tall. It’s an arrangement so enormous that it came with its own 3 gallon vase. The kitchen can be cleaned any time, but an arrangement like this its own schedule: it says, admire me now, for I will die sooner than you think.
Those lobsters look devine! Maine lobsters? It looks like your party was a big success and I bet a good time had by all!Everything looks beautiful…. Enjoy your weekend or whats left of it !?
So to our way of thinking, you had a fabulous party - yes???? How cool is a lobster-fest on the Continental Divide??? I think that beats all. Those flowers are gorgeous - I love sunflowers.
Yes, it was fabulous.