The day I became a murderer (or Fred on death row)

Meet Fred - the lobster. My son named him that. Here he is chilling on our way home in a plastic bag from the store. His fate was sealed. I have read a Valentines recipe and he was the protagonist of the main event.

An interim solution until dinner time was to place im in this bucket. A very small death row cell if you ask me. Was Fred guilty of anything? Maybe if potentially being delicious.

Moved to bigger quarters, but still...

So I killed him ! ! First time in my live I have killed to eat. It was quick and painless (which will be true if that YouTube video was right) I followed the experts advice and did him before throwing him in the boiling pot. It was the humane thing to do...I think....

My kids were so upset that they decided not to eat Fred. Their loss !

The big claws after boiled !!

The rest is in the oven for 15 minutes at 200 C with a butter lemon sweet paprika sauce.

Thats Fred there in the middle . Now for the verdict as to the crime that put him on death row ....

Guilty !! of being fucking delicious. I knew you were Fred !