Where Your Fish Comes From (Per Reality TV)
It ain't pretty.
A sea-water and live octopus spattered on the linen tablecloth kind of show.
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11 Comments:
I've been watching this show since the beginning, and am looking forward to this evening's start of season 4. I'm thinking about heading out and getting some real crab to have while I watch the show. Seems appropriate anyway! Sorry Karen but honestly, as much as I respect you and love your blog, you ain't changin' my mind. We must agree to disagree.
LunaPierCook at 8:16AM on 04/15/08
Sorry, LunaPierCook, but we'll have to agree to agree. I haven't watched the show but am really looking forward to it! It was merely the way I sound online that may have gotten in the way of your knowing that my eyes are gleaming with vicarious pleasure at this whole thing. :)
Karen Resta at 8:27AM on 04/15/08
(Actually you reminded me that the very first story I ever wrote in my life was about fishing heh heh - and since you've given me the least bit of encouragement naturally I have to link to it - Post 2 - though it does not appear to be very well written to me anymore but anyway it is most importantly a story of man or in this case woman over fish - the primordial battle.) I'll never forget those damn octopus legs wandering around by themselves on the dock.
Now I am wondering what sort of crab you will get - alive and kicking? Shells and butter all over the place as you watch the show and feel the seafoam on your face?
Karen Resta at 8:36AM on 04/15/08
@Karen, me-so isunderstood then! I link to your blog off my blogroll (you haven't blogged since March, whassup??) so I assumed you were trying to start some drama! ;-) So, try this tonight: Chilled cooked crab meat dipped in a 50/50 combo of real horseradish and Heinz ketchup. That's some good eats! :-D
LunaPierCook at 8:37AM on 04/15/08
Forgot to mention: The crab I get comes from a good local fishmonger who's also a friend and neighbor. He'll steam it before I pick it up.
LunaPierCook at 8:39AM on 04/15/08
I'm usually trying to start some drama, so you're right about that, LunaPierCook.
Great idea for the crab. Simple is often best. :) As for your friend the fishmonger:
Crab: $20.
Ketchup and Horseradish: $2.65
Having someone cook it for you: Priceless.
(The blog was too much for me to keep up - I really don't know how you guys do it. But thanks for the link. I now feel all warm and fuzzy inside so should probably go watch the news to become right and cranky again . . .)
Karen Resta at 8:48AM on 04/15/08
Okay, I'll try the link again to the story for anyone that likes fish tales: Post 2 - and if the link doesn't work this time I'll have to assume that Jonah came along to swallow it and will give it up as a lost case.
If I hadn't worked on Wall Street I'd be slightly embarrassed right now.
But nothing too much can do that at this point.
Karen Resta at 8:55AM on 04/15/08
You mean, "A Fish Tale"??
"It wiggles itself muscularly then slithers away in artful escape, oozing in a sudden fluid transmutation of shape right out through the now-straining wet turquoise string net. Fat tentacles slide up over the side of the bucket that's been quickly kicked under the net by your sneakered foot in a flailing sideways lunge. The oyster-colored plasticine tentacles stretch and pull at the dense pulsating heft of the eyeless body to lift it up, out, and over the top edge of the battered yellow bucket. The monster is running away down the sticky concrete floor of the pier."
If that's the one, that's as far as I got. ;-)
BTW: "Crab: $20" Dang girl, that's some cheap King Crab! And yes, get yer booty over there and blog, say, once a week. Your regular readers will appreciate it. :-)
LunaPierCook at 9:05AM on 04/15/08
BTW: "Crab: $20" Dang girl, that's some cheap King Crab!
The price of good seafood is becoming so high that I've taken to transposing it into different numbers in my mind for fear of falling into a permanent depression.
Most likely I was thinking of smelt.
But anyway, these sad thoughts can be made better by watching Deadliest Catch to know how expensive those fishing boats are to keep up and also while being glad that it is someone else being covered from head to toes with fish guts in order to bring the fish to our tables. :)
Karen Resta at 9:55AM on 04/15/08
Ahh, fresh smelt. A little cornmeal, lightly pan-fried ... delicious! Ok, thanks lady, I'm getting hungry now ... ;-)
LunaPierCook at 11:52AM on 04/15/08
I'd have to get out the thesaurus to really say how I feel about this show after watching two episodes back-to-back last night and having to stop myself from staying up all night to watch more.
It was a mistake for me to call this "reality" TV for it's more a blend of documentary and reality TV but it is not a "docu-drama" either. And a mistake to compare my octopus legs clambering around the deck with the sort of fishing done on these boats.
It was beyond my knowledge of fishing boats and beyond what I imagined - I think mostly of the smaller lobsterboats, and this business, this life of commercial fishing is beyond that.
The Bering Sea and boats that seem to engulf the men while the sea engulfs the boats. And they search for the gold that is crab. And knowing how this search is done will bring a new savor to each bite I take of the next crab I eat.
Interesting, also - to note the difference in the level of true machismo (not the sort that struts and postures) in this show and in some of the reality TV chef shows. In comparison to this show, this life, Gordie may as well be wearing a pink feather boa while running around after a bunch of little yellow baby chicks. Not to pick on Gordie. . . . one can pick any other cheftestant show one wants. There's no preening and tiny knives here, for the sea is simply too big, too powerful, to allow for it.
As for the rest of it? The guys are adorable. And they laugh the way people should laugh, when they do - fully, loudly, madly, delightfully.
Karen Resta at 10:10AM on 04/16/08