
Food shows up a lot in my novel, We Can’t Save You. In one scene, Native Americans conducting a protest march down the coast of Maine stop to catch eels in a freshwater stream. That evening, they roast them over a campfire. “Indian bacon,” comments one appreciatively. (Just to be clear, in Maine, some tribes refer to themselves as Indians. Just look at the seal of the Penobscot Nation). I’ve eaten eel in Chinese restaurants, cooked Shanghai-style in a spicy black bean sauce, but I’ve never had them as the marchers do in the story, wrapped in onion grass and then roasted over an open fire.
In another scene, there is an aside about serving lobster tails in a creamy Pernod sauce with fiddleheads. I put that in the story for fun, because I was contemplating what would be the “Maine-est” possible dish to cook. In the book, I have it served over buttered couscous, but on reflection, it would be even “Maine-er” to serve it over mashed Maine potatoes. I think grilled lobster is tastier than boiled—it’s like the difference between roasted potatoes and boiled ones.
I confess I have never actually cooked this dish. But I hope to do so this coming summer, when I return to the Maine coast. Penobscot Bay in August and early September may be the most beautiful place on the planet. This is my favorite way to cook lobster, especially for kids who have just witnessed the process of catching them. I’ll use this recipe—my own version adapted from several others—when I make this dish.
Thomas E. Ricks
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