I’m up in Rockland, Maine right now for something of a family reunion. These are always fascinating affairs: you get to see people with whom you have a genetic connection, but who are otherwise as different from you as apples are to oranges. Rockland is a great little town, and our family’s “cottage” a little wooden place on the water, is as fine a place as there is to hang out and gab with members of the Olsen clan. And one of the highlights of any trip here is the family lobster bake. Usually, we cook up the crimson crustaceans on the beach, but last night we took a short cut and had the lobster seller steam them up. But man, was it delicious. I sat and consumed two and a half lobsters last night, along with four cobs of corn and wine. Why am I telling you this? No reason, really. Maybe I just want to talk about lobsters this morning.
Along these lines here is an interview in the Atlantic Magazine with Trevor Corson, the author of The Secret Life of Lobsters. Corson talks about the life of lobsters themselves and of lobster fishermen. Give it a read and then head over to this site dedicated to The Maine Lobster Festival, happening right now. I may head over there this afternoon and will post about it.