|First Annual Lobster Festival, 2015|
Sunday, October 7-9, 2016, marked the Second Annual Lobster Festival in Murrieta, California. It was a rousing success by all, including ourselves.
Where did all those find their way to our community? Murrieta is far as it gets from Maine. Air fare to ship that many lobsters is staggering.
|One day of attendance|
There were too many lobster vendors to count. Lobster mac & cheese? You got it, over there. Lobster with butter? Cajun Lobster? Over there, buddy. Lobster gumbo? Same place
Everywhere. And, what was impressive, was the huge steam tank into which live lobsters were dumped. And then young men carried tubs of freshly steamed lobster over to the vendors. For more info, please access this site, Web site.
Granddaughter Lily was ready for it all. “Just don’t get in my way…” Granddaughter Clara was “Ah. I’ve had enough of it all.”
Somehow a petting zoo was worked into the festivities, and was ringed with children. Clara’s time finally came. Clara petted goats, sheep, pigs, chickens—all the usual. Chickens were amazing. I have never seen a chicken stand quietly, let alone be touched. I believed firmly that those animals had had a dose of sedatives.
Lily returned, saying, “Steer Clara away from here, before she sees…” the dancing chickens on Hawaiian Dancing Chicken Grill BBQ.
It was too late, Clara was there, sobbing. “They killed them! They murdered innocent chickens.”
Clara sobbed all the way to the car.