OK, so I’m eating ice cream on Martha’s Vineyard. Big deal, you say. Actually, it is, at least for me. See those orangey-looking chunks? That’s not cinnamon, my friends. It’s lobster. Yes, real lobster.
I’ll have more on this taste sensation later on. This first-timer to The Vineyard has more ground to cover before heading for the ferry back to NYC after a glorious birthday weekend. If I can write more on the return trip, I will. WiFi, though advertized, was spotty in the middle of the Atlantic on the way here.