Baking Night at 433 North Maple

My roommate and I attempted to make lobster claws tonight. Observe the Google image we were expected to live up to:

After forming an odd, amoeba-shaped shell, we were to fill the phyllo dough with a creamy, bumpless, sweet center; however, our center was neither creamy nor bumpless. It had, rather, the consistency of rice pudding. I am a fan of rice pudding. I made it once with my grandmother. She wanted to put raisins in it. When I told her I didn't like raisins, she paused, then said, "Well, you'll like them in this."

But my roommate and I, we filled the phyllo dough and put the lobster claws in the oven. Turns out wax paper is not to hang over the edge of anything when it is in the oven. After the fire department left, we were able to transfer the claws to another baking sheet, sans wax paper. Behold!

The plate is courtesy of my mother. She is a lovely woman.