Monday, September 24, 2012

I Just Don't Even Know What To Say About This

One of Cubby's great interests in life is fish.  Obviously.  He not only enjoys catching and eating fish, but he--and by extension, me--spends many an hour with his fish reference books, looking at the various kinds and discussing with whoever is handy which fish may be edible.

Edibility is another great interest of his.  Also obviously.

In his fish book is a whole page devoted to the lamprey eel.  Lampreys are not technically eels, despite their name.  They feed on fish by suctioning onto them and then eating them with little teeth.  If you want guaranteed nightmares, have a look at a photo of a lamprey eel's mouth.

You're welcome.  Feel free to e-mail me at 2 a.m. when you wake up sweating from a nightmare featuring that image.

Lampreys live in our lake, and for some reason, they have become something of a mystical thing with Cubby.  He has been talking for some time about seeing one.  And A., being the stellar kind of dad that he is, promised him that if they ever caught one, we could eat it.  Because lamprey eels are, in fact, edible.  A delicacy in Portugal, even.  Though how they ever get that image of the eel's mouth out of their heads while they're eating it is beyond me.

ANYWAY.

Now I must mention that my parents are here for a brief visit, so yesterday afternoon my dad went down to the beach to fish with A. and Cubby.  As A. was walking along the beach, he saw something thrashing in the water right next to shore. And damn it all if it wasn't a lamprey eel.  He's never, ever seen one on the beach.  They usually stay in deeper water.  But there it was, like a nightmarish gift from the universe for Cubby.  So A. grabbed it and put it in a handy bucket.

Did I mention lampreys will bite people?  Of course they will.  Because they are obviously demon spawn.

But A. isn't afraid of much, so he popped that thing into a bucket with his bare hands, where it promptly suctioned itself to the side of the bucket.  Then they brought it into the living room of my house to show it to me and my mom.

I tolerated it for about two minutes, at which point Cubby started grabbing at the bucket and I told A. that it was going outside RIGHT NOW.

So he took it outside.  And then he got on my laptop to look up recipes for lamprey eels.  There aren't many (I CAN'T IMAGINE WHY), but he found one on food.com for lamprey stew with garlic mashed potatoes.  There are no reviews for the recipe.  And that  is almost certainly because no one who has ever seen the recipe has tried it.  If you read the directions for prepping the lampreys, you'll see why.

I know you're all busy people, but seriously.  Take thirty seconds to click on that link and read the first of the directions.  The last instruction in it says, "If you don't want crunchy lamprey, make sure the thick, bony cartilage comes out with the head."  There is also mention made of removing a slimy coating.

Who's hungry!

Luckily, A. determined that it was too late in the day to prep it for eating.  Also that it was probably too small to bother with. So instead he filled a quart jar with rubbing alcohol and put the lamprey in that.  I mean, wouldn't you?

That jar is now sitting on Cubby's dresser.  Which means that every time I go in his room, I am confronted by a pickled lamprey eel floating in a jar.  And did I mention that we still have a pickled lamprey in a jar that A.'s dad made for him when he was a little boy?  So we have a thirty-year-old specimen and a day-old specimen.

I don't know where I went so wrong in life to end up living in a house with not one, but TWO pickled lamprey eels in residence, but here I am.


13 comments:

Anonymous said...

Cubby is one lucky little dude.
Heaven on earth for a little boy.
Really what little boy or big boy wouldn't be jealous of his life. Beth

sheila said...

This is way beyond redneck, you've reached mad scientist territory.
Can't wait to watch Charlie's interests unfold under Cubby and A's tutelage.

mil said...

I have to chime in here. A's dad did bring home the lamprey; A's mom preserved it in alcohol.

Melinda said...

I have never laughed so hard on a Monday morning sitting at my desk in my life!

That is a classic post.

Roger A. Post said...

But wait! There is more! Quite a few lamprey recipe hits refer to lamprey pie. One was even made for Queen Elizabeth for her Diamond Jubilee as shown in this video:

http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-somerset-18496330

Disturbingly, the video did say the lamprey backbone is poisonous and should be removed. I'm pretty sure the MiL could turn out an appropriate crust should A. ever catch a mess of lampreys.

Drew @ Willpower Is For Fat People said...

That. Is. AWESOME.

Now I need to ask my fishmonger if he can score me some lamprey.

Anonymous said...

I'm with Melinda. That is one darned classic (and very funny) posting!

Going back to the other day--yes, I think you are still in the country.

ingasmile said...

It is a twisted and winding path isn't it? I sometimes wonder how I got here too!

Inga

Drew @ Willpower Is For Fat People said...

I pointed some friends at this link. One of them sent me this: http://imgur.com/gallery/uIuZ3

Drew @ Willpower Is For Fat People said...

Dangit, that was supposed to be a link: http://imgur.com/gallery/uIuZ3

FinnyKnits said...

Quite the legacy you guys have there ;)

Seriously, though - this must be the highlight of Cubby's life so far. A. is going for dad of the year right now.

Julie said...

I am so glad I just found your site, because I've had the best belly laugh over the not one--but TWO--pickled lampreys! Oh my gosh, I'm afraid that's something that would happen in our house--if we had lamprey eels in our river. Can't wait to explore more of your site! Bon appetit for lamprey pie fit for a queen--eek! ;-)

jive turkey said...

DEAR. GOD.