I love squid and octopus. They are like if you took the essence of shrimp, put it in some tinfoil and inhaled the vapors through a hollowed out Bic pen heated up by a lighter. (And it had eaten heroin before it died.) They are both best cooked only a little or for a long time because in between is rubber band city.
Real Thai cooks have wonderful ways to cook Calamari, scoring the flesh squares on one side in a diamond pattern so it curls up like a jewel. With this texture it can hold the curry close to its milky flesh, trapped in the ridges created. It isn't hard but makes a big hit at the table. They might have some clever Ted Bundy intelligence in them. But it is all for the purposes of killing and eating their fellow marine neighbors. They would eat a mermaid's face off in a flash, without thinking of her as a divine version of fishy chastity despite her voluptuous upper deck. They would gobble her down like I eat every one of these little miscreants who falls onto my plate. With a spray of lime at the last second. Always a spray of lime to mark their passing. I don't get my hand on the tiny octopus that the Japanese eat so raw that occasionally one chokes a diner to death when swallowed in Jeffrey Dahmer (did you also think his last name had an L in it? I sure did.) fashion, their tentacles gripping the inner esophagus and choking the gourmand out of his next exotic meal. I can't say which side I fall in this kind of struggle, I mean chewing a living creature so poorly seems like such a dickish move doesn't it? I mean does it reallyaffect the flavor to scald the thing before mastication? Really? That is the most important part of the flavor, that the creature fights you while chewing? I love food but count me out for that ritual. Kill the thing, maybe RIGHT before I eat it like I do with soft shell crabs from Maryland's Chesapeake Bay. That is cool. I taste the whole bay in every bite when I do that. But for God's sake (liberal phrasing I know) kill the creature.My teeth are not so good at that as a blast in the steam tray, OK? I don't need to feel its objection to its own death in the same fleshy area I kiss my girlfriend with. That tongue is a sacred area and not meant for a sacrificial alter. It is meant for loving and for accepting all the members of the family of squid and octopi after they have been properly dispatched, and can now deliver the essence of the ocean to my palate. I love those creatures, but I don't trust them for a second. I have cleaned them of their parrot-like beaks and I know that if the tide was turned, I would be dispatched without the artistic grace of some fish sauce, lime, garlic and chili. They would eat me alive. --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, "Yifu" <yifuxero@...> wrote: > > My Philippina friends gave me some squid for lunch today, so I'm posting this > to memorialize the event. I wouldn't make a habit of eating the creatures. > They asked me if I liked squid, and I said "As long as it's dead". > ... > It turns out that squid, cuttlefish, and octopi are highly intelligent > animals, ranking right up there with the higher primates in problem solving. > That octopus that predicted sports events unfortunately died. I can feature > a big tanks in the Vegas Hotels geared up to make predictions. > > http://laughingsquid.com/wp-content/uploads/brian_mccarty_squid.jpg >