So last year, Aviva and I did not go out for New Years. We took advantage of the cheapness of lobster and had a lobster/shrimp/scallop extravaganza, drank too much prosecco, watched Kung Fu panda and passed out around 1045 ... although I woke Aviva up at 1155 to watch the ball fall. And thus a tradition was born.
This year, on New Years eve, after work, Aviva went my Stew Leonards and Morton Williams and picked up a pile of seafood, including these two delicious lobsters or the right, as well as crab legs, shrimp and mussels. When I got home around 2 hours later, she had just finished consolidating this fabulous variety of seafood into a large platter of risotto liberally filled with Frutti del Mar ... mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. It was kind of incredible, I had a lot of trouble not wolfing it down as soon as I got home, but instead we got the water boiling and got ready to cook up the lobsters. We romanced our lobsters a little bit , you have to treat them nicely if they are going to treat you nicely if they are going to treat you nicely , and then dumped them in the boiling pot to cook them up for our 1st course.
While the lobsters were cooking we put the finishing touches on the table, and when they were done we sat down in our beautiful living room and tore into the sea food extravaganza, spraying lobster bits and mussels all over the table as we devoured the butter soaked, incredibly tender and delicious sea food. After we ate, a process which we savored over about an hour and a half, we retired to the den and watched The Brothers Bloom, a quite bizarre movie, on the computer. Then exhausted and slightly drunk, we brought up Times Square live on the computer, looked at the poor, cold people standing for hours in the freezing rain, and decided we were thrilled not to be there. Then we went to bed around 11, falling asleep at around 1130 and not waking up until 8 or 9 hours into the next year.