Before I get started with this mouth-watering and kinda thrilling story, I need to thank you all for your kind and thoughtful responses to my last post. I know I say it often, but this foreign service thing has been a lot different than I imagined. Even more surprising is how I’m processing it all. I thought I was so much more resourceful and I allowed myself too much comfort in the belief that I could find beauty most ANYwhere. Ha. It’s also worth mentioning that I never expected that so many of my dear and compassionate friends would be people I’ve never even met before. So thanks, guys. Strange as this situation is, it’s incredibly comforting to know you’re out there. And if I could invite you all over for the next lobster dinner, I would.
Speaking of which, on to something delicious…
About 3 hours south of town lies Cabo Ledo, a beautiful stretch of beaches. On the southern most end is a rustic and bare bones area where people let their dogs run free and bring tents for overnight stays. Further up the coast are a couple of resorts where you can rent a shady lounge chair for the day ($10-20 USD) and grab a sandwich ($15) and juice ($5-10). They also have simple little cabanas available for around $250 per night and a full service restaurant.
Just further on is a fishing village. We’ve walked through here during other visits to the area and are consistently approached by enterprising young men wondering if we’re in the market for the freshest catch of the day. This time we came prepared with our icy cooler waiting in the car. We negotiated a deal for some lobsters and were told to wait around for a bit while they collected them. I assumed that our dinner would be arriving on the boats washing ashore in 10-15 minute intervals.
The drowsy little coast would spring to life as groups ran into the surf, yelling, pushing, pulling, and finally dragging the boats ashore. Trying their best to not let them get caught back in the receding wave, insisting always back to sea. We waited as 3 different boats came in wondering why our “brokers” weren’t in the mix, returning to us with a sack of fresh lobsters. Snakes looked out into the bay and noticed a guy diving down, resurfacing, diving down, resurfacing. We watched him swim in and hand over a mesh bag to our middle man. Five minutes later, we were on our way back to the cooler with a generous stash of spiny lobsters.
At this point I should mention that we recently received a second shipment from the states which included a “Big Green Egg” ceramic grill. So far we’ve done a chicken- as a litmus test-, these lobsters, and a slow and low pork shoulder- all have exceeded expectations. As soon as we got home and the bushbaby was nestled all snug, my tender-hearted husband summoned his appetite, offered a little blessing and got to work splitting them in half. He passed them to me to prep further, cleaning and brushing with melted butter.
I threw together a quick salad and a simple lemony pasta while he gave the lobsters a quick pass over the grill. Divine! There wasn’t as much left over as we anticipated, but we really did eat a LOT. I had just enough to make him a lobster roll for a special birthday lunch that Monday.
Our next trip out we plan to double or triple the order and host a gorgeous lobster dinner with piles of these beauties spilling from platters down the center of the table. Shall I count you in?
***sorry for the crummy photos- sand in my lens!!!! Bound to happen. No more auto-focus, just manual. Any advice other than “get yourself a new lens”?***