Squid in Soy Sauce
This Squid in Soy Sauce tin had been sitting in my “box of goods” for several months.
I’d been reluctant to open it.
So much so that I let more than five months go by past this item’s expiration date before I finally opened the dang tin. Why the strong reluctance? Two words = childhood trauma. Associated with squid. Better make that five words of explanation.
When I was eight, I somehow found myself standing beside my older cousin Cathy at the kitchen sink, helping her clean a pile of squid. I don’t recall much about that experience—after all, don’t we try to block traumatic ones?—other than cleaning the slimy and soft squid, with their raw stench, disturbed me so much I wouldn’t eat squid for years afterwards.
(I’ve since forgiven Cathy, but not fully—she’s just moved further down my list of Family Members Whom I Still Hold Grudges Against Because of Incidents Stemming From Childhood.)
Brace yourself.
Ewwwww.
To quote my eight-year-old self, “Barf.”
This? Do we really want to know what part of a squid’s anatomy it is?
So…yeah…I didn’t try this item. Because um, it had expired and I care about my health so I wouldn’t want to get sick and it’s GROSS.
Gross and DISTURBING.
Ew is right! I wouldn’t have been brave enough to try it either. That last pic is just scary!
Save baby squids!
Stefanie: RE: the last photo—”I’m going to eat you…I’m going to eat YOU.” I’m evil, I know.
Becky: I think it’s us who need saving from the squid. Which reminds me, I actually saw a giant (dead?) squid ashore a beach when I was little. Like one you’d see on the Discovery Channel. (Further) TRAUMATIZED.
AA send it to me, will let you know how it tastes. Just kidding!!! The thing about squids is it becomes rubbery if you don’t know how to cook it; and this one looks tough.
Chau: Can I hold that offer for a future item?
I’ll eat calamari now…in restaurants…when it’s deep fried…and garlicky…and has a dipping sauce of aoili or marinara…with a squeeze of lemon…what was I talking about again?