Not so lucky with the lobster

 

On my way back from up North I picked up a hitch-hiker… He was big and bearded and kinda scowly looking.  But no fear - it was my dad! lol

Dad and I shared the driving all the way back in one day (that’s a LONG day) and the next day I deserted him and Jrock.  I had a big work thing to do, and then our Rotary Club was hosting a Lobster Dinner - one night / $40,000 for local charities.  Quite the fundraiser!

But I made it up to them the next day by bringing 3 lobsters home and arranging for a picnic out on the lake.  Or at least, that was the plan… 

We were out in the park with the lobster and ciders cracked (don’t tell the by-law officer) when a HUGE storm blew up.  It was over 45 minutes later, but by then we had walked back home.  Jrock is a bit wimpy about these things, if you must know.  Really whiny, actually!

So we finished off our crustaceans on the back (covered) porch. YUMMY.