Nothing says summer like a nice lobster boil. We didn’t have the traditional country summer that we’re used to. No root beer floats or hamburgers on the grill. No picking raspberries at night before bed or making s’mores by the fire pit. No 4th of July parade or fireworks. Not even one beach trip! Not that I regret our England summer for one second, in fact I would give up our summer traditions every year to travel. but there is something about these lobsters that we just can’t give up. IMG_0090_2

When the kids were little they used to beg Jon to chase them around with the lobsters and scream with delight. It’s less amusing to teenagers. IMG_0086

IMG_0075IMG_0085Now that we’ve had our lobster boil I’m ready for fall. Bring on football and jambalaya tailgates! 

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