Three and a half lobsters consumed this past week, plus one lobster roll, plus one crab roll. Three of those lobsters were inhaled in one sitting at a July Fourth clambake; other people's eyes were bigger than their lobster stomachs, and shellfish vulture that I am, I swooped in and ate what others left behind. The half was consumed a day later with a West Coast friend in town with whom I always eat lobster; the half came about only because the restaurant had one lobster left, which I'll admit, left me shaken.
As for the crab roll, the food stand next to our ferry landing was out of lobster rolls.
Summer '07 crustaceous tally as of 7/9: Seven and a half lobsters, three lobster rolls, and one crab roll consumed. Decent, decent. Certainly not a Blog in Throat record, but not bad.
P.S. My sister recently told me that when she regales her friends with stories of my early childhood idiocies, all the tales seem to revolve around food. Finally a friend of hers spoke up and asked, tentatively, "Um, is your sister... a ... big girl?"