My husband and I love food shows, though neither of us are big fans of seafood (and I’m not a big fan of meat). We were watching Eat Street
yesterday, which is a fun show about food trucks across America and Canada (which makes me insanely jealous, as the only food trucks we have in our area are ice cream trucks—and they don’t come often).
There was a man who had a lobster truck in the Wall Street area—something that disgusted me on multiple levels—and he claimed he loved lobsters so much he had one tattooed on his arm.
“If he loves them so much,” I asked my husband, “then why does he boil them alive?”