Summer Crush
If I ever get fired from KRD, I plan to buy a truck and drive around selling lobster rolls. My motivation is purely gustatory. You just can’t get a good one around here. Summers past I’d cook up every excuse I could think of for a trip to Maine to buy a market-price roll at Red’s Eats in Wiscasset. (Hard to believe the cash I willingly shelled out for this bottom-feeder on a bun.*) But the last few summers it’s been hard to get away. So I challenged my son to rival Red’s. He did.
*Maine lore from the 1600’s has it that inmates at the Maine State Prison rose up in rebellion over yet another lobster dinner, prompting a law to surface on the books forbidding prisons from serving Homarus Americanus to inmates more than once a week as the State considered this cruel and unusual punishment.