I dream about her.
We were standing in line in the pouring rain in front of a food truck. My hands were numb from the cold. The lobster lady smiled as she handed us the huge chunks of lobster with a very light garlic dressing on a butter toasted roll.
It was surreal, as if we were walking alongside a seaside village enjoying our eats straight from a fishmonger. I know that hubby was quite satisfied with his coz I didn't hear a peep. "I don't like it that much", my little cutie pie handed me his piece. I didn't argue this time about not finishing his meal. "I like crab better." More for me.
We will be tracking The Maine Lobster Lady down like epicurean stalkers!