Strange Eats

Strange Meats: Octopus

May 8th, 2009 Tweet Facebook Digg Stumble Reddit Comment
Just your normal buffet...

Just your normal buffet...

In honor of the Detroit Red Wings being in the playoffs and beating the Anaheim (Mighty) Ducks last night, I decided today would be a great opportunity to highlight the consumption of octopus.  (For more information on why that is a reason to highlight octopus, please click here)

My first octopus-eating experience came while I was living in Japan.  I attended an event that had a typical array of buffet-like foods, when I suddenly came across bowls of tentacles.  One of the bowls had boiled octopus, while the other was fried.  Taking a bit of each, I sat down to eat that eight-armed wonder of the sea.

First I tried the boiled version, which tasted somewhere between a bike tire and an IV tube.  I was actually expecting the suckers to stick to my tongue, as I had imagined octopus to do in my childhood.  Then, I took a bite out of a deep-fried tentacle and was more pleasantly surprised.  It was still a bit rubbery, but I was confident that I could bite through it.  As far as flavor went, I found my first octopi to be pretty bland, but it didn’t stop me from trying it out more.

Since that first taste, I’ve tried out a couple different forms of Octopus.  My least favorite was Octopus sushi, which took me about a half hour to swallow because of how incredibly chewy it is.  My favorite, though, was called Takoyaki (in Japanese, tak0 means octopus and yaki means fried).  In English, I like to call these octopus balls, as they are essentially balls of dough with octopus bits cooked into them.  On a breezy autumn day, these octopus balls can be the perfect snack.

In all, I wouldn’t put octopus in my regular food rotation, especially if it is boiled or sushi, but for special occasions it can make a decent fried addition to a meal or snack.


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