It's funny how I wrote yesterday about how my husband does not like seafood. I was surprised when he came home carrying a big paper bag with a live lobster! Yes, alive indeed. He also got a tray of fish and clams. He's going to make broth out of those.

Well, he's not going to eat it. He bought it for me. He will make me seafood risotto tonight (my husband makes the best mushroom risotto in the world!) Isn't that sweet?

Now came the part of slaughtering the lobster. It actually reminded me of the movie Julie & Julia where Julie was having a hard time putting the live lobster in a big pot of boiling water and how she panicked when the sea bugs were banging inside.

Last night was my husband's first time to kill a lobster. And yes, it's my first time to see a lobster being murdered. It was an adventure for both of us. One of the "firsts" that we shared together. Seeing parts of the poor creature dislodged was a little bit creepy. But watching my husband doing something that he had not done before in cooking was a truly a joy. I knew he was not comfortable about it. It was out of his comfort zone. However, it's a cooking experience which I am sure he's proud about.

When he watched the video I took, he commented that he will not be able to make it to Top Chef or Hell's Kitchen because he was too slow of dislodging and cleaning the sea bug. I responded with an encouraging words and told him "Give yourself a break! It's your very first time to kill a lobster!"

Now, he needs to kill more lobster in able for him to become a pro lobster killer. :)