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Eel for lunch today, along with a side of tofu an broccoli rabe. Now, I’m basically a vegetarian for a number of reasons that are pretty boring, but I can’t seem to stop eating the fish. At the end of the day, I kind of have to say fuck it, especially about eels. Eels aren’t really being farmed to extinction, because no one wants to eat them.
I should point out that, after about a decade of smoking, my sense of taste is on its way to being completely shot. For instance, when I go out for Indian food I always order it vindaloo, and my “cooking” consists of me taking some base ingredients—usually onions and beans—and dumping a shitload of curry sauce on them.
So I really can’t tell eel from a number of other seafood products, but I like eating it because it’s an eel. Like crustaceans, shellfish, and insects, eels are uniformly unpleasant little beasts that just happen to be edible. I sort of feel proud whenever I can bring myself to eat those things.
