We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Whoopee! They've got langoustine! That's the best shellfish in the world, I think -- even better than Maine lobster, even a little better than Caribbean spiny lobster. First tasted it back in the 1960s in Milwaukee [hardly a seacoast town] before it became famous, and when you could still buy it for less than the annual rent of your current dwelling. Since you all claim to be a commune of kindred souls, you could buy a commercial package of langoustine from Scotland or the northern coast of England, where they have companies who catch it and sell it and ship it to you, according to Dr. Google. That's probably a fair amount of langoustine, certainly too much for my present household of two people, which is the only thing holding me back. Since we live on the Gulf Coast, and my husband is/was a serious fisherman, he takes all seafood seriously and he resists the idea that langoustine is better than Maine lobster. But it just is -- sweeter, finer textured and it adores to have drawn butter on it. If you cook it properly, you'll never have a better meal of shellfish.