My Paul is a lobsterman by profession. He sells his lobsters on Saturday mornings at a farmer’s market, and a guy who has a vegetable stand near his brought in this potato he dug up at his farm to give to Paul this morning.
A lobster claw spud!
Cool. I told him I’d sit it out on the windowsill until roots sprout, then I’ll put it in a pot of dirt, and start a whole new generation of lobster-spudlettes!