The quintessential coastal Maine lunch, a lobster roll. (In most of New England, "er" at the end of a word is what the rest of us hear as "ah," so it's lobstah.) A big wad of sweet and succulent lobster meat stuffed into something like a scaled down hot dog bun. Nowhere else on earth. It costs a wee bit more than a Big Mac but then it comes from another universe.
We worked hard this week and I'm tired. I can't say enough about our brilliant teacher, Harold Davis. His photography is on an astral plane I will never approach. And such wonderful fellow students in our small class. I'm ready to go home.
