Yesterday—thanks to Shannon and Mike—Clif and I had a glorious meal of lobster rolls from the Lighthouse Wine & Seafood Market in Manchester, Maine. (You might call this delicious treat Father’s Day, Part II, with me benefiting as much as Clif.) We both decided those lobster rolls were the best we’d ever had—chunks of sweet Maine lobster held together with just a hint of mayonnaise and absolutely nothing else.
Some foodies, usually from away, will proclaim that traditional lobster rolls are too plain and should be jazzed up with, say, chives or chopped lettuce or chopped peppers. Simply put, they are wrong. Maine lobster is as close to perfection as food can get, and lobster rolls need only bread, lobster, and a bit of mayo. Case closed.
The rolls were so large and delicious that when we finished eating, Clif took a nap on the living room couch, and I did what I love to do most in the summer—sit on the patio, read, smell the flowers, watch and listen to the creatures who come to the backyard, hear the wind move through the trees, and take pictures.
A perfectly delightful way to spend an afternoon, and what with all the yard work and other chores I’ve had, yesterday was the first time since last summer that I was really able to sit on the patio and watch and listen. To borrow from Mozart, a more delightful way to spend the afternoon I cannot imagine. It never, ever gets old.
Here are some of the creatures I saw yesterday in my backyard.
What a weekend! All would have been perfect if on Saturday night, Sherlock hadn’t dropped a live mouse on the floor in the living room as we were watching Game of Thrones. The mouse ran under the couch, and then to parts unknown. However, on Sunday morning, the cats were crouched by one of hutches in the dining room, and we left the dining room door open for most of the day. I can only hope that the mouse found its way outside, and as we haven’t seen any more crouching cats looking under furniture, I feel fairly optimistic.
Once again, I was reminded that perfection is only for the gods, not for humans, and into every life comes the equivalent of little mice running about the house. So while we can eat lobster rolls, let us eat lobster rolls.