I don’t need a lobster recipe. I’m not allergic to lobster, in fact I love lobster (and most seafood) in anything that I eat. I cannot cook them myself. To me, it’s not so much cuisine as extermination, and I am no crustacean murderer. The silly thing is that I will eat lobster, or purchase it cooked so that I might put it into my own dishe’s- as long as I am not the executioner of those poor, insect-like things. I don’t need lobster recipes, but I collect them. I guess I’m steeling myself for the day that I will feel less squeamish, when the idea of plopping a living thing, screaming and flailing (me, as well as the lobster) into a boiling pot of water to its death, all in the name of a tasty meal will seem like a good plan, instead of something for which I should be serving jail time.