Promised my wife lobster for her birthday, and yeah... Why?
Okay, starting with the butter, because you know...not as worrying if I mess it up. Garlic, chilli, lemon, parsley and butter, even I can mix those together. Well, you'd hope.
Okay, going in. "Break the spine and crack the ribs". This is a little too much like my grandfather's advise for dealing with bullies. Didn't stand a chance then, probably not going to fair much better now.
I resent the implication that I need Dutch courage not to cock up my wife's birthday meal. Now if you will excuse me for a second...
Right then, can leave everything to chill for a bit, and I intend to follow that principle myself. I say "leave to chill" I just didn't think I would get that bit done so quickly, what have I done wrong or missed out, so need to kill time.
You would think this is the part I couldn't mess up, but somehow have to balance "oven cook" with "grill cook". This could be fun.
Avocado salad, so I guess that is the chance of buying a new house out of the window.
Here's hoping it is okay
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