I don’t think I’d want to eat a lobster cooked for 50 years no matter how potted, pickled, marinated or stewed it was! But the idea of getting it “happy” before boiling or steaming it sounds humane.
Many summers ago, I saw yellow jackets flying around a trash can. In the can was an almost empty bottle of cheap wine (Night Train or Thunderbird). I opened the bottle, poured the little bit into the cap, placed the cap on top of the trash can and watched a yellow jacket slurp it up. Then it tried to fly away, but it was uncoordinated and couldn’t. Guess even simple insects can get trashed, so why not a lobster?
I don’t think I’d want to eat a lobster cooked for 50 years no matter how potted, pickled, marinated or stewed it was! But the idea of getting it “happy” before boiling or steaming it sounds humane. Many summers ago, I saw yellow jackets flying around a trash can. In the can was an almost empty bottle of cheap wine (Night Train or Thunderbird). I opened the bottle, poured the little bit into the cap, placed the cap on top of the trash can and watched a yellow jacket slurp it up. Then it tried to fly away, but it was uncoordinated and couldn’t. Guess even simple insects can get trashed, so why not a lobster?