Posted on September 28th, 2005 by Gavin M.
Sorry I’ve been scarce lately. Brad probably has a good excuse, but I’ve been poking around the foodblog circuit.

Anthony Georgeff’s in-progress cassoulet
Did this thing last night with okra pods in a pakora-wakame batter. 1 cup chickpea flour, 1 tsp baking powder, 3 tbsp powdered wakame (whizzed in a miniature kitchen whizzer like you grind coffee in), some quantity of water until the batter is good for dredging. Coat a pound of okra pods, fry in a light, high-temperature oil, strew with sea salt.
Yes, but you wouldn’t be all yawning if you had some, because it was really good.
Check out this thread at eGullet on The Wackiest Food [That People] Have Ever Eaten.
I’ll start the bidding with deep fried scorpions. (Served as a starter before duck in a restaurant in Beijing.)
Good place to start the bidding, yes?
Not to get into that confessional mode that I sometimes get into, but I’d actually wondered about scorpions, because in South America, there are tribes who cook tarantulas, and they’re supposed to taste a lot like crab. And of course scorpions are distributed worldwide, with some species definitely in the size-range where they’d be worth eating. But you wonder: the venom? It turns out that the venom is produced in the tip of the tail, in the bulge before the sting, leaving the rest of the scorpion totally edible.
Also, these guys are constantly one step ahead. P. Zizzy at Pharyngula has been squidding up the joint lately with a bunch of great posts on Architeuthis and Humboldt squid, etc.; and I’m saying right now that if I had my old blog up, I could link to some squiddy squidness that would overwhelmingly squid the frickin’ squid around here. We’re talking Vampyroteuthis infernalis and beyond, me hearties. That species totally illustrates the famous epigram, by somebody, of a cephalopod looking like ‘a bagpipe with the eyes of a bored Shakespearean actor.’

They’re all so fascinating and delicious-looking!
Add a pic of some kind of thing with skinheads with bad teeth in Saabs, and I become superfluous as a person.
[Am actually hella busy myself, real-lifewise. Bizy backson. ]