If you recognize the title of the post, then you already know the main ingredient of tonight's recipe. If you don't, Shame on you! You are clearly missing out on one of the world's greatest works of fiction.
Tonight's dinner was a stacked lobster salad. It was cold, it was easy, and though I was nervous about how it would turn out, it was very well received. Due to cost, Jon thinks this would work just as well with crab - which is expensive, but not nearly as expensive as lobster. Plus the lobster was a little salty.
Stacked lobster salad3 zucchini, sliced in 1/4 inch slices
2 1/2 Tbsp olive oil
salt and pepper
4 oz goat cheese, room temp
1 roasted red pepper, seeded and halved
1 cup chopped fresh spinach
8 oz cooked chopped lobster
1) Preheat broiler. Line baking sheet with foil and lightly brush with 1 Tbsp olive oil. Place zucchini slices on prepared sheets. Brush with 1 Tbsp olive oil and season with salt and pepper. Broil 3 minutes on each side, or until cooled through and lightly browned.
2) Puree goat cheese and remaining olive oil in food processor until smooth. Season with salt and pepper.
3) Line glass loaf pan with plastic wrap, leaving 4" overhand. Place single layer of zucchini on bottom of pan. Top with roasted red pepper. Spread half of goat cheese over peppers. Sprinkle with 1/2 cup chopped spinach and half of lobster.
4) Repeat layer of zucchini. Layer remaining cheese, spinach, and lobster.
5) Cover lobster with last layer of zucchini. Fold plastic over to cover. Press down gently. Refrigerate overnight until firm.
The Lobster Quadrille (from Alice in Wonderland)
"Will you walk a little faster?" said a whiting to a snail, "There's a porpoise close behind us, and he's treading on my tail. See how eagerly the lobsters and the turtles all advance! They are waiting on the shingle -- will you come and join the dance? Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, will you join the dance? Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, won't you join the dance? "You can really have no notion how delightful it will be When they take us up and throw us, with the lobsters, out to sea!" But the snail replied "Too far, too far!" and gave a look askance -- Said he thanked the whiting kindly, but he would not join the dance. Would not, could not, would not, could not, would not join the dance. Would not, could not, would not, could not, could not join the dance. "What matters it how far we go?" his scaly friend replied. "There is another shore, you know, upon the other side. The further off from England the nearer is to France -- Then turn not pale, beloved snail, but come and join the dance. Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, will you join the dance? Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, won't you joint the dance?