I moved to Maine almost two years ago and still had never eaten a lobster from its shell until last week. Blasphemous, I know. But when you befriend a rad photographer who happens to be dating a lobsterman, you end up spending the perfect summer evening getting the "Phippsburg 500 Tour" of all the most pretty sights in Phippsburg documenting every minute of it and then pull your own dinner out of the harbor. I'll admit, I was a little(okay maybe a lot) squeamish at first at my little lobster friend but once I got the hang of cracking his knuckles and learned how delicious the claw meat is drenched in butter, I put my memories of his flailing claws aside and enjoyed my meal. Enjoy the photos of our little adventure! (Any I am pictured in were taken by the lovely Jamie Mercurio)
Dinner trying to make a run for it.
