I'm just curious as to when we, as a general human body, decided that it was okay to eat these things:
But even if they look like minor aliens from a sci-fi movie, I know that I will consume a great deal of them if I end up at Maine--solely due to the vaulted, picturesque New England I have going on in my head. Because that's what they do in Maine. Eat rare blue lobsters.
But even if they look like minor aliens from a sci-fi movie, I know that I will consume a great deal of them if I end up at Maine--solely due to the vaulted, picturesque New England I have going on in my head. Because that's what they do in Maine. Eat rare blue lobsters.