It’s hard to say when my wild obsession with eating every lobster roll in New England began. I do know that about two years ago, I realized that I needed to start taking pics of every roll to document the experience, so I guess that ‘s when the “official” Lobster Trail began. But, I’ve been forcing my fellow travellers to stop every time I see a place that looks like it has possibilities for quite some time. Heck, maybe it’s just in my blood, I do remember my grandmother, an 11th generation New Englander herself introducing me to the lobster experience. Like any true Yankee, she ate the whole thing, I mean the whole thing, the tomalley, the roe, the little legs, even knows how to track down some body meat. She wasn’t on board with the Lobster roll trail, as she said, “Why ruin lobster by putting it on bread?”. I can’t say she doesn’t have a point, but some of us are lazy and impatient.
I love lobster, I love butter and when combined with the right bread, I think the lobster roll may be the perfect food. If I had a last meal, this would be it, ideally finished with a fresh lemon meringue pie. I’m no writer, I won’t even tell you the irony of what I do for a day job. I’m just a gal that loves to plan trips around eating my face off with as much lobster as I can get my hands on.
The lobster trail is best not done alone. I mean, I do on occasion, but half the fun is going to fun places to spend the day and driving someone crazy by forcing them to eat more lobster than they thought humanly possible. Ken, my husband is my primary partner on the trail. I don’t think he even likes lobster, but he has been quite a sport and I think he’s even developed his own criteria for judging. Ginger, my dog assistant and spongies expert, travels the trail and we know every dog friendly hotel on the eastern seaboard. I feel safe in saying that she has eaten more lobster than most dogs except maybe the ones that work on the lobster boats/docks, but maybe she’s had more. She may have opinions on lobster quality, but she hasn’t shared them with me. I just know she’s a fan. My brother John, and
sister Mary occasionally head out on the trail and are conniseurs, but living in Delaware, makes it more challenging. Lucy is the only friend that enthusiastically joins me on the lobster trail, I’m pretty sure that the others who have spent a weekend in Maine with me think I’m insane. Every year the trail holds promise for lots more team members. Better to involve more enthusiasm and not drive Ken too nuts!