Somehow, I posted the Maggie Monday story without telling you about the poor crustacean. (I know exactly how it happened, but I can't admit I'm that dumb sometimes.)
Some of her friends stole it as a practical joke. We surmise that she had been someplace bragging about it and they wanted to bring her down a peg. Thank god because what would my family be without the line, "I'm just a poor widow with a 10-pound lobster"?
The 10-pound lobster found its way back to the pot of the poor widow, happily for the widow; less so for the lobster.
Someone said they didn't know if they had a pot that would hold a 10-pound lobster. In New England, every family has one of these:
This was the kind we had anyway. You might have one without the bottom portion, depending on how you felt about clams.