Bitch on the Blog

April 24, 2017

And then some

To keep you from your more urgent tasks in hand here is another one of those questions on ethics which plague me. And if I have mentioned this before (not that you’ll remember)  please put it down to my willingness to repeat myself.

So there you are. At the fresh fish counter. It’s all glistening, enticing, a cook’s dream. However, enter the unfortunate shopper (that’s me) who is also well informed about decimating stocks of various species in the oceans. Great. Now what?

I am not proud of myself which is, most likely, why I seek your thoughts yet fact is, I think to myself: “That particular fish is already DEAD. Why should I let it go to waste?” Yes, I say to the fish monger, pointing to my bounty, that’ll be lovely. Thank you. Have I just proven the law of supply and demand? Sugar. Nevertheless, the fish was ALREADY dead. Someone has to eat it.

Of course, one could spin this idea to the less savoury. Think Moby Dick, indeed any prolonged adventure at sea when the Vasco da Gamas and Columbuses of this world set sail to discover new lands and spices. There you are at sea. Since you are all already on the brink of death why prolong the agony by not eating your past-his-live-by mate? And what if you were vegetarian or vegan at sea? Yet hungry? Would you toss your principles overboard to stay alive? Actually, come to think of it – and I am a connoisseur of seafaring factual and fictional accounts – why do those who do resort to eat their own always go for the weedy first instead of the meatiest? Such a waste.

U

PS Please do note that I posed TWO questions/dilemmas (for the price of one post). No need to keep it short. Just pour yourself on this page. I will gnaw on any bone you throw me.

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March 6, 2012

Small fry

Filed under: Communication — bitchontheblog @ 19:16
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I know the recommended word count for blog posts is higher than mine usually is. This minute I am on more than one blogger’s war path.

And yes, the house does stink of fried fish and some of my thinking gone wrong.

U

Word count: 49. Play that number in your next lottery

PS Have just listened to one of the most ridiculous pieces of music ever, no, not the Radetzky March.. Am in a mood I can barely contain. At 74 word count. Hugs, kisses, don’t be that rat leaving a sinking ship. 91

January 7, 2011

Dinner is served

Filed under: Kitchen — bitchontheblog @ 22:48
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The Artist at work

Don’t say I don’t do pretty. And no, I will not give step by step instructions of how to fillet  a sardine.

U

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