Scaring my mother with groceries is something of a guilty pleasure of mine. It’s one of the few avenues of resistance left to a humble citizen of the People’s Republic of Food. I’m also a big fan of the works of H. P. Lovecraft. So when I passed the frozen fish section this week and spotted a package of baby octopus, I couldn’t resist.
I perhaps should have mentioned that I’ve got a gold medal in leaping before looking.
A few internet searches later, I knew a few things. One: baby octopus is better than full-grown octopus (apparently the adults are a bit stringy). Step ahead, as usual. Two: either way they’re tough little sods and have to be tenderized. The best way to do this is freezing them. Step ahead again. I mucked about on the Googles for a bit until I found the dish I was looking for. One…
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