The only time I have ever dealt with live ones was at Ballymaloe, and we killed them in the most humane way possible which is placing them into a pot of cold water and bringing it to the boil. That way, they fall into a coma and die peacefully.
However, I don't remember them being too happy about it. They were thrashing about in the pots, and the lids kept flying off. Dierdre and I were jumping and shreeking every 5 seconds!
I am sure that once the camera's are rolling I will focus and get on with the job, but I can't help feeling like I am going to be eaten alive by THEM.....not the other way round.
Gulp.
ahh but they taste so good despite the scariness! Its the one story I always give when Im asked what the best thing I cooked in Ballymaloe was!
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