I rather like this method. Rather than the coward’s way of boiling the lobster alive and hiding in my living room until the clattering of the lid stops, this way feels brave. I like the idea of myself as a butcher. There’s something that feels primal, essential, about killing it with a knife, and that makes slaughter feel sexy. I like the idea of getting back to earth (back to the sea?), of serving my lover the freshest, most luxurious food imaginable, and the violence of killing it myself makes me feel kind of like a culinary dominatrix. Death, gorging, then sex.
