My love affair with lobster began as a very small person, sitting at
my grandparent’s picnic table. My mom’s parents lived on the north shore
of Long Island, and we were lucky enough to visit once a year for a
week or two in the summer. From their screened-in deck, we could watch
the boats on Long Island Sound, and the sun sinking as we ate our
lobster dinner. Continue
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