We had lobster Sunday to celebrate my daughter's boyfriend's birthday. It was a really nice day, and, chicken-heart that I am, I left the actual COOKING of the beasts to my husband. I ventured into the kitchen right after they went 'in', and heard a bit of knocking on the pan - I ran out of the kitchen faster than I thought I was capable! They cooked one for me to paint, as I don't eat them, and then he became part of a pasta dish. I had a lot of fun with the drawing of the lobster, and then I just had a blast putting brushloads of green paint on, in slightly different shades, for the background. I love my life!
My husband says I always seem to paint lobsters looking angry - now I ask you.. have you ever seen a HAPPY looking lobster after he's been cooked????
