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When I was a kid of 12/13, my family lived in a small mountain town between the Mojave desert and the San Joaquin Valley of CA. My parents were once cureious about what the big deal was over lobster. So they bought a lobster (for a family of 5). They didn't know how to cook it, so my mother baked it in the overn. It turned out like dried shoe leather. We certainly couldn't figure out why lobster was so well liked.
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Marv Evans
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