November 25th 2018
Today I tried squid for the first time ever, and I can’t believe I’m going to say this, but I actually enjoyed it. Like, not even just didn’t mind it. Not even just about could stomach it. I actually enjoyed it. Like, I liked it.
In my entire life I’ve basically eaten zero fish. I’ve tried the occasional nibble here or there when I’m feeling adventurous, but as a rule I only eat land-meat. Today was one of the days when I was feeling adventurous. I was in Wagamamas, and the person I was with ordered a chilli squid starter. She knows my history (or lack thereof) with fish, but offered me some anyway. To her surprise and mine, I accepted, and to our even greater surprise, I actually enjoyed it.
I think every time I try something fishy, I expect it to be really fishy. And so I was pleasantly surprised when my squid turned out not to be as fishy as I thought it was going to be. It was actually quite… flavourful. The fact that it was deep-fat-fried and covered in fresh chilli sauce really helped mask the fishiness, but I usually have a big thing about textures, and I didn’t even hate the texture of the squid. In fact, I quite enjoyed it. It was a nice combination of crispy and chewy.
For fuck sake. I really don’t want to start liking fish. Not liking fish is one of my culinary stalwarts. I don’t know what I’ll do if I have to completely reassess that viewpoint. Then, my whole food-life is a lie and I’ll probably start eating apples and drinking wine as well. Eurgh.
I need to stop being so adventurous and trying new things.
Until tomorrow, it’s going to give me an identity crisis.