So this morning Bunny and I were noshing on caviar and mimosas next to the Olympic-size pool at the lake house when I said, "Buns, we really must try something different for dinner tonight. Frankly, our evening meals of late have been as stale and repetitive as Colonel March-Sotheby's war stories!" I summoned Stafford (young Stafford, you know, as old Stafford retired when we sold the place on the Cape back in '05) and told him to take the Bentley into town and procure some of those "mud bug" creatures that the middle class is so enamored of.
"South African Grilled Rock Lobster", page 345, The Barbecue! Bible. I'd been looking for a reason to try lobster on the grill and with the kids out of town on fall break it seemed like as good a time as any. Instead of going out for dinner like we usually do (those of you who're parents of teenagers and younger children understand about rare opportunities) we decided to treat ourselves to something nice at home, so I picked up 4 6-oz. tails at the store today. The butter baste isn't difficult at all and really adds some good flavor; we started out trying to use silverware to get the meat from the shells but about 2 or 3 minutes in it became obvious that the best utensils were at the ends of our arms. I used the 22" Weber with 2 banks of coals set up for indirect grilling and it worked perfectly; I seared the meat over the coals and then flipped them shell-down and moved them into the center of the grate to finish indirect at about 350 for about 20 minutes or so. It was a nice change of pace but certainly not something we'll be doing very often.
And of course young Stafford took the Bentley. If you think I'd let him drive the Rolls you're completely daft!