Thinking about friendship and lobster rolls. We spent last evening on a deck overlooking a river in the company of friends. It was a little slice of perfect. Lobster rolls for dinner and later, even fireflies. I don’t think that I’ll ever get over the wonder of fireflies. There’s something magical about the little blinking lights that weave between leaves and branches.  Makes it seem not only okay, but perfectly reasonable, to believe in Tinkerbell.

First, the lobster rolls. Those of us who value Gail know that she would never stop at just familiar lobster rolls. We had choices. Connecticut style (warm lobster meat in butter) or  cold, mayonnaise based New England style. Janie coached us on to perfection with her belief that it was all about the rolls. We brushed top cut hotdog rolls with melted butter and toasted them to a golden brown on a flat griddle. The end result was beyond amazing.

Maybe Tinkerbell did spin a bit of fairy dust over our little group last night. There was the balmy air, the pleasure of deepening friendships, the amazing food and the fireflies. A happy night to tuck in the memory bank.