So, you bought a live one. Congratulations, you’re a sadist. Just kidding. Sort of.
You have two options. Option A: You chill the lobster in the freezer for 20 minutes. It goes to sleep. That’s the humane way, they say.
Option B: You’re a warrior. You take a sharp chef’s knife, find the cross mark on its head, and plunge the knife straight down. Quick and decisive. It’s over in a second. I like Option B because it feels very ancient Roman. Either way, you need it dead before it hits the broiler. A screaming lobster under a broiler is just bad vibes.
