Grandma and Grandpa made a quick overnight trip to Ohio this weekend to go to a lobster bake with us. It was really lovely. The lobster, the salads, the corn, the potatoes, the salmon, the desserts were delicious and enjoyed by everyone... except Will. Although he did try the lobster, he most decidedly didn't like it.
It's funny how many lobster bakes we've been to since we've moved to Ohio. The Rotary in Bedford has one every year that we try to make it to. We've also been to a few oyster roasts with my parents and their friends Ken & Carol. Even when I lived in Boston and went to Maine pretty often, I didn't eat lobster as often. Huh... Ohio.
Now that I think about it, there was a guy stationed with us in Iceland who was from Boston and had some lobsters flown in by one of his pilot buddies. It's amazing what you can do with some dry ice and a jet.