Brian turned the big 3-6 a few days ago and I was determined to throw him a party in paradise. When I asked the birthday boy what he desired most for his special day, he responded without hesitation – lobster.
Given our track record hunting bugs, the main course was making me anxious, because you can’t plan on lobster. When we found ourselves anchored in the protected waters of Sandy Island (a national park where taking lobsters will land you in jail) on the morning of his birthday, I started coming up with a plan B. At a special breakfast aboard s/v Moorahme, cooked by Randy in Brian’s honor, I began talking up my homemade burger buns, fully prepared to start defrosting ground beef and mixing dough once we returned to Nightingale Tune.
But, then a birthday miracle happened.
A little bright red and white boat zoomed into the anchorage. The captain pulled alongside Nightingale Tune, with a dozen lobsters wriggling at his feet. Once satisfied that they were legally taken outside the park, we picked four of the medium ones – the size we’ve discovered are the most sweet and tender.
Beth and Randy joined us for a feast later that evening, complete with bubbles, lobster, garlic butter, a beautiful salad, cake, and a perfect sunset.
Happy birthday my love. Here’s to another year of great adventures!