Nobody Eats Lobster
by
Ashley Jones
(age 17)
by
Ashley Jones
(age 17)
It
all started with a dare-a terrible, disgusting dare. I closed my eyes tightly
as I slid the fork into my mouth. I had no idea what I had gotten myself into.
*
* * *
Living on the coasts of Maine isn't always easy. That year had been
especially tough, though. Food crops weren't growing like they should, and
prices of equipment continued to rise. To make up for the lost corn, I took up
fishing to provide some extra food for my family. My buddy had the same
problem, so we decided to team up. We had only one week to spend on the ocean.
I thought it might be good for us to get away from the rows of wilting corn
stalks. So off we set in my boat. It was really more like a dinghy, but it
served the purpose well. With a fresh coat of paint and a new set of oars, we
set sail.
The
first few days were disappointing. We each only caught a couple of mackerel to
bring home for supper. We didn't know how we would possibly feed our families
this winter. The next few days were equally as bad. Finally, on the last day,
we knew something had to change.
My
buddy jokingly pointed to something in a shallow pool. Nobody eats lobsters!
Thoughts of the creature with the big claws, flapping tail, and long feelers
made me shiver. We laughed back and forth a little bit until it happened. I got
dared. So, I did the only thing I could do and dared him back. Now that we were
both in the same "boat", my buddy didn't look too jolly anymore. We
were going to try eating a lobster. It wasn't very hard for us to each grab
one, they were all over the ocean floor. I tossed mine to the shore as it tried
to grab my shirt. I turned around when I heard a yelp. I couldn't help but laugh
at the poor lobster clinging to Joe's hand. After they were untangled, we
headed back to my home.
It
was Joe who suggested that we drop the creatures into boiling water. He thought
it was more humane than chopping off their heads. After several minutes in the
water, the lobsters started to turn a reddish color. That is when we decided
they were done. We didn't have the least idea how to eat those foolish things.
It took practically every tool in my shed to get them cracked open. Finally the
steaming pink and white meat lay on a plate before us. I wasn't even hungry
anymore. But when Joe picked up his fork, I reluctantly did too. I slid a small
amount of the meat onto my fork. I closed my eyes tightly as I slid the fork
into my mouth. I didn't gag, but continued chewing.
Looking over at Joe, he was smiling away as he shoved another heaping
forkful into his mouth. I got up and opened the ice-box. It needed something.
My wife always chides me for putting butter on everything, but I put some in a
pot and waited for it to melt anyway. I dumped some on the meat and offered
some to Joe who eagerly accepted. Before ten minutes were up, both of our
plates were clear, washed, and put away. Joe and I practically danced around
the room. Back to the shores we went. Probably the horses thought we were crazy
as we sang at the top of our lungs during the short wagon ride. Our families
would have plenty to eat that night.
That
is the story of how my buddy and I found a new love. Every year after that, we
always had enough food to feed the whole county. Just imagine, it all started
with a dare.
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1 comment:
Really creative and well-written!
--Zachoia
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