So lately I’ve acquired a taste for the frighful critter of ze deep. Forget about shark fin soup and all that gourmet crap. I know it is considered some kind of exotic food in the rest of the world, and that in some parts of the world it is commercialy fished in crazy numbers (Costa Rica reportedly processes 235,000 sharks a month 1). Over here its pretty cheap becuase there is not much demand on it. When I offered my friends some they wrinkled their nose and gave me that “are you serious?” look. So if any conservationists are reading this, relax…I don’t take the fins and dispose of a finless carcass, I eat the whole thing, and I don’t eat any kind of “fancy” sharks, like the dusky, white-tip or whatever. I buy your average, garden variety, “generic” shark, And I don’t do it like everyday, okay?
So, why do I like shark?
Well, it tastes good. Nothing beats half a kilogram of fried/grilled pure muscle tissue. There is a whole bunch of ways to cook shark meat. And remember, if you screw up the recipie, you can always set things straight with a little (or a lot of) soy sauce magic. It doesn’t have the pesky pin bones found in other kinds of fish, it is 100% muscle and cartilage around a single bony spine. Supposedly there are some active enzymes in shark meat that counteract cancer 2. And, the ultimate benefit of eating shark: if you are a diver like me, now sharks are scared to come anywhere near you, becuase you’ve aquired this demonic shark energy from devouring the peers of the beasts of the aquatic netherworld. Kind of like some parts of Africa where they believe that you derive the ferociousness of, say, a lion by eating its heart or liver or whatever organ wets your appetite (you have do eat it raw for full effect).
You are what you eat, right? You don’t want to mess with me now.