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A reward for smoking cessation. If everyone got this, there wouldn't be a smoker left in the world.
I’ve mentioned in this space already that my dad has a way of making friends — his ability to do it so easily is rivaled by few others.
Just under a year ago my dad quit smoking — and has remained clean every since. I never thought it would happen. Ever. After four decades puffing away, it seemed impossible. But somehow, it happened.
Tuesday, friend Bill Clarke fulfilled a promise he made in passing, I imagine, months ago — lobsters for dinner if dad could pull it off.
Bill brought them in at lunch and came back to enjoy them with us at dinner. You are looking at Lobster Cantonese — probably one of the richest ways to eat a lobster. The crustaceans are chopped up and flash fried. Then they are tossed into a thick stir fry of ground pork and onions in a black bean garlic sauce. At the last minute, egg is folded into the mix. My dad says it’s the perfect way to “stretch” the lobster — surely an old Cantonese trick. He told Bill, “I bet after you eat this, you’ll never go to an American restaurant to have lobster again.”
Tin Tat Kwan and Bille Clarke enjoying lobsters at Red Moon.
Get into a conversation with my dad, and you’ll be treated to a dose of hyperbole. Dad continued, “Now every time you eat lobster for 20 years, you will think of mine.”
He called it “licking finger good.”
Indeed. Thanks Bill, what a treat! And how nice of you to reward my dad for something many of us believed would never happen. Maybe it was the enticement of lobsters, after all.
