First Fire of the New Year!! A glass of Prosecco (thanks Liz for the introduction), gloves dirty after a day playing in the garden and tidying the summerhouse. What's with this weather?
We ended 2011, as many Maritimers do, with lobster, fresh caught, just off our own shores .. $5.50 a lb. The Cap does the cracking, making it much easier to eat at the table...a little melted butter, a dish of vinegar for dipping; that's how we like it.
Thanks Wayne for staying open long enough for all your neighbours to have the best New Year's eve dinner ever!
Lobster is almost a Holy food in our house. Not only have relatives and neighbours made a living fishing them, but when in season, it is the celebratory food of special days. Here on the South Shore, the lobster season opened the beginning of December and so far, the weather has been very favorable.
As a child, we were not given any of the succulent parts to eat like the claws and tails. Us kids got the legs..you know..the skinny, hardly any meat in them legs. I guess we had to prove we appreciated those meagre bits before being graced with a claw..soft, juicy and delicious. The tail, which is always a bit tougher, held more meat but to this day, we always favor claws the best. When we grew to adults you learned to take apart the main body and eat the sweetest meats in there before discarding any part. I sometimes reduce the shells even further, for broth. One doesn't waste lobster! A few years back, someone realized the potential of all those shells and started grinding them and selling to the garden market.
Did you know lobsters do not thrive on Canada's west coast? How I missed my maritime feasts when we lived on Saltspring Island in British Columbia.....Christmas wasn't Christmas without lobster.
So today, the second day of the New Year, my hopes are very high. The shed has been cleaned out, a good tidy up waiting for leeks to be started and perhaps some greens. Sun streams through the windows, reflecting this bright, optimistic, New Year.
Thank you, so very much, for visiting, following, joining in the conversation, as we start a Happy New Garden Year together.