Brian's mom Cherie is the sweetest lady in the whole world. She's always buying us things and sending us gifts. In college, we ate filet mignon a lot thanks to Cherie sending us Omaha steaks in the mail...
Last night Cherie came back from Boston. While at the Boston airport, Cherie decided to bring us back New England lobsters. Awweeee.. so sweet. Only thing is... they're still alive.
This is where the giant hypocrite inside of me gets exposed. Although I am a happy meat-eater, I've never had to actually kill my own dinner. At the grocery store, I always feel bad for the lobsters in the tank. So yeah.. now we have two live lobsters in a box swimming around in the fridge. I feel so bad for them... I can't possibly kill them myself.
I told Brian last night that we should set them free. He brought up a good point though - there's no saltwater in Las Vegas. So now I don't know what to do. I mean, they're probably going to die anyway.... unless I can find some kind of local lobster sanctuary.... but they were a gift... maybe if Brian killed them while I was out... hmmm.
New Roof - Summer 2019
3 years ago
18 comments:
you should just have one of your not-so-squeamish friends come over and kill them for you. for the record, that's not me.
I think you should just put them in a ziplock baggie with no air or water until Brian gets home and can kill them when you're not watching.
Ally - I think you're just supposed to boil them alive. It's my understanding that they scream. :-(
If I keep them as pets, where am I supposed to keep them? Don't they need cold salt water??
SCM - you're evil.
Oh man, this is worse than the iguana from the swap meet conundrum...
Anyone wanna come over and make us lobster??
lobsters don't scream when they are boiled. There is no larynx in a lobster. It's just gasses escaping from the carapice.
I would do it. But it's kinda difficult from Reno. Sorry kids.
Hmm.. maybe we can use the useless cat here - who do you think would win in a battle b/t Enid and the lobsters?
I did a search for killing lobsters humanely for you. The most popular option was to RAM A KNIFE INTO ITS HEAD!
That could never, ever happen in my kitchen. I also found this:
Some cooks are concerned about humanity issues of cooking a live lobster. Killing the lobster just before cooking is the preferred method. Putting the lobster in the freezer an hour before cooking will do the trick. Quicker yet is to plunge the tip of a sharp knife straight down right behind the lobster's eyes.
Some say the world will end in fire.
For lobsters, ice is nice.
putting a lobster into the freezer for about 10 minutes is a good idea. A lobster is ectothermic, and its nervous system activity is a function of the temperature of the animal. Lower the temperature to say, below 35 degrees, just above freezing, and the lobster won't feel a thing. Don't let it freeze though, because you spoil the meat... it gets tougher.
Again, since the animal is cold-blooded, cooling it off won't make it uncomfortable. Unlike warm-blooded animals, like us, cold-blooded animals don't initiate heat retention response (i.e. shivering) and it doesn't hurt them to cool them off to just above freezing. They just go numb.
being raised on and near many ranches, we had to kill much of the food we ate, if we were going to eat meat. Chickens, ducks, geese, cows, lambs, pigs...
it was always really tough for me, and I did a lot of crying and soul searching every time the family was supposed to gather around the fire to throw feathers of plucked chickens after we cut off the heads. But if I wanted to eat meat, I had to participate.
Funny thing is, I'm really short, possibly a function of malnutrition. I chose more often then not to not participate in that ritual. Of course, the fact that I'm queer and way too empathetic sometimes probably is another factor in my childhood choices.
It came to a point where I was not allowed to name the animals that we were ultimately supposed to eat.
I also ended up getting my degree in biology, which requires a lot of animal sacrifices, especially in the animal ecology fields.
But through all that, while not a PETA member, I still have much empathy for the animals that coexist with us. While I still eat some of them, I certainly do educate myself on how they were treated before they ended up on my dinner plate.
I once volunteered at a summer camp in Russia where there was this cute little piglet running around. I asked one of the kids there his name. "He doesn't have a name-He's for New Years, " he answered. I suggested the name "Shish Kabob" but no one seemed to appreciate the humor.
I'm for hiring someone to cook it for you.
i say just throw them in a boiling pot of water, and walk away....eventurally you will have a lobster dinner....
Yeah, I don't really see the big deal here. Come to terms with your hypocritical ways and throw the sucka in a jacuzzi pot. The lion or shark or mosquito don't think how to humanely kill us before they strap on a bib and enjoy the feast! Why should we? Embrace your inner carnivore! Hell, I am more than willing to come over and cook your lobsters. It's as easy as boil and plunge for 20-30 minutes!
Dude, I'll so cook up them lobsters. I'm really starting to get into killing my own food. It just tastes better when you kill it yourself.
Whatever the outcome, I volunteer to help you eat the poor lobster if you can't reconcile the hypocracy or whatever.
Toss them in the pot and walk away...It's like the guy who killed the duck on campus our freshman year said, "it's all about eat'n"
You have to cook lobsters while they're alive or they won't taste good. Take it from a former employee of a four-star restaurant.
Hypocrite?...I thought you said giant hippogriff inside you…it would have been much more exciting, you should think about getting one.
WHAT? What is wrong with you?
Wrong with me? You're the one with the hippogriff trapped inside you...
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