Just don't call him fat
Holy crap! A 22-pound lobster! Imagine being served that guy on a plate. Thankfully (for the lobster), he won't be going to the big, uh, ocean in the sky anytime soon.
UPDATE: Aw, geez. Bubba the lobster has died on his own. Seems like it was the stress that did it.
Labels: animals, food, freaks of nature, random shit
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Honestly, it probably wouldn't be that good. In my experience, the bigger a lobster is, the worse it tastes. The meat just gets too tough, and it loses a lot of the flavor. Of course, even if it did have the same level of flavor, I'd want to let it live in recognition of it's ability to survive that long. :)
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I've never eaten a lobster bigger than the standard 1-1.5 pounds, but I wouldn't doubt it. And I agree - it's a marvel of nature - you just can't kill something that old.
Man, I need to go find me a regular-sized lobster now. This is making me hungry!
Sign # 423 that I'm a midwesterner: I've never had lobster. Ever.
I know. I'm pathetic.
--GM
Oh, you poor deprived thing! (Although if I lived in the Midwest, I don't think I'd eat lobster, either, even if I could find it, since it's not likely to be fresh.) We will have to get you out here to have some sometime. It's sooooo good.
Woohoo! Party at GM's!
I heard they're going to display the giant dead lobster somewhere (sans innards, I assume). Maybe we can take a field trip to see it.
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