Chocolate is an all-purpose comfort food. Lobster may be more specialized — there are some benighted folk who don’t like it, and some unfortunate folk who are allergic to it. Me, I adore it. When the prices for the little ‘uns dip low enough at the supermarket, I’ll have them steam two, and hurry them home, and gladly go through all the mess and labor so that Frank and I can each have our own lobster roll, no filler, just chunks of sweet lobster kissed by mayonnaise, on a top-sliced buttered and toasted New England bun.
It might have been a brave soul who ate the first lobster, but it’s happy souls who feast upon them. Comfort indeed!