I came across an article the other day about dining etiquette. Always searching for ways to improve…okay, so fine, always searching for ways to complain about my fellow diners, I perused the article eagerly. Much to my dismay, it was a “how-to” on eating sushi. Did you know, you shouldn’t use a fork? Or chop sticks apparently. Sushi was meant to be eaten with one’s hands. Sashimi on the other hand, IS supposed to be eaten with chopsticks. Forks are just a no-go altogether. Go light on the soy sauce. Ginger is a palate cleanser, not a condiment.
So yes, I did read the article – I’m nothing if not tenacious…when reading. As for putting these dining rules to the test? That will be a resounding no, thank you very much. I have absolutely no desire ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever (to save blog space, just add about 100 more evers when you’re reading that) to ever eat raw fish in any form. But hey, it’s not my fault.
Ichthyophobia – “the fear of fish, eating fish, or touching raw fish.” Now, I love fish – to look at, that is. I used to keep Bettas (such beauties!) and I would love nothing more than to have a huge, complex tank set up with all kinds of different, beautiful aquatic creatures. The National Aquarium is one of my favorite places. However, the thought of going the distance by eating raw fish drives me into paroxysms of revulsion. I guess that makes me a “super ichthyophobe.” In case you couldn’t tell, I just don’t like sushi.
Now a lot of my crazy insane sushi-loving friends give me a hard time about it, reminding me that hundreds of millions of people worldwide eat the stuff. They’ve even forced me to go with them to a sushi restaurant, determined to alter my views – forcibly if necessary (by forcibly, of course, I mean alcohol-induced). Upon relating my son’s green pea fiasco and explaining that he is after all, my son, and got his attitude will-power from my genetic contribution, they opted to forego their plan and I ended up, happily, with fried rice.
After giving it some thought, and following up on the old adage, “Know thine enemy,” I decided to do some research into the food that I hate. I discovered things that made me wonder even more, “Why in the hell do people eat that stuff?”
The first thing I discovered is that the meaning of the word “sushi” doesn’t have anything to do with fish. Sushi is specially made vinegar rice. It is served in a wide variety of ways. Some common types are:
Nigirizushi (hand-pressed sushi) – A small, thumb-sized piece of sushi than can be topped with vegetables, cooked egg, fruit, and yes, even raw fish. Not sure why they have to ruin it with raw fish, but there you go.
Makizushi (rolled sushi) – These are the “rolls” you find on a menu. A bed of dried seaweed is laid down and then covered with sushi rice. That can be covered in turn with a variety of vegetables, sauces, and yes, even raw fish (enough with the raw fish, already!). The entire thing is wrapped into a roll and cut into six or eight pieces and served. It can also be rolled into the shape of a cone and be eaten as a hand roll.
That doesn’t sound too daunting…except the fish part. Further exploration of my darkest fear led me to the real villain. It wasn’t sushi. I never realized that I could order sushi without raw fish. My arch-nemesis is in fact, sashimi…raw fish! That was the Kraken lurking in my subconscious terror.
I found that there were different levels of sashimi “adventure.” At the “basic” level the most popular types of sashimi are:
Maguro (Blue Fin Tuna) – This is the most popular type of fish for sushi and sashimi. Because of the worldwide demand for it, a whole tuna at Tokyo’s Tsukiji Fish Market can sell for over $70,000. Some restaurant owners, for the publicity, have paid over $1,000,000 for a whole tuna. I don’t know why. To me it still reeks of fish Jell-O. And not in a good way.
Toro (Blue Fin Tuna Belly) – This cut is very expensive. It’s very high in fat and supposedly melts in your mouth like butter. I’ll take their word for it. I have no desire to eat a fatty tuna belly.
Uni (Sea Urchin Eggs) – Definitely a “no go” for yours truly. Ugh. This gooey stuff looks like something you’d find in a diaper. Seriously.
Ikura (Salmon Eggs) – Basically, caviar. Been there, done that. Long story short, I was tricked, won’t happen again.
There are many more varieties of “basic” raw fish. But the basic level barely scratches the surface. Here are some of the more esoteric types of sashimi:
Shirako (Cod Milt) – The male equivalent of caviar! That’s all I’m saying about this. You figure it out. Google is your friend.
Fugu (Puffer Fish) – This can only be prepared by licensed chefs as the fish’s liver contains high levels of lethal neurotoxins. In fact, one puffer fish contains enough toxin to kill 30 adult men. If prepared incorrectly for consumption, well, you get the idea. Um, yeah, no thanks. I have absolutely no desire to play Russian roulette with my dinner. Precariously calculating the number of tequila shots I can do where I’m at the point of not caring how I look on the dance floor but just shy of throwing up is the only risk I like to take while dining out.
Shiokara (Fermented Fish Viscera) – Viscera sort of gives this one away. It is said that every part of the pig can be used for food except the oink (blech). The same is true here. The insides of a fish are mashed and salted, then left to ferment. Yummmmmmm
So, yeah. I did my research. It hasn’t gotten me any closer to trying any form of sushi and/or sashimi in any way whatsoever. However, it has given me an arsenal of useful, albeit gross, trivia that I’m anxious to try out on my friends the next time we go to dinner. Anyone hungry?
I’m so impressed. I with you a thousand percent but I’m a vegetarian. Still, eating raw fish is…disgusting.
Yeah, even when I ate meat, raw meat of any kind was never on the menu. Blech.
I can understand that.
Where do you stand on a steak tartare?
Yeah, no thanks. Even when I ate meat, I had no use for anything raw. More for you though, right? 😀
I have never tried it, or raw fish. I remember reading a James Bond novel, Live and Let Die, I think, which somewhere involved a Puffer Fish – scared me for life!
I don’t blame you, at all! Food can be an adventure, but that’s just taking it to extremes.
I agree, Wendy. No raw fish (or meat) for me. I’m just getting used to my raw veggies. Ha.
I love that crunchy ginger. They can keep the fish. 😀
I’m with you!
Out of curiosity, if you’re dragged against your will into a sushi place, can you fake your way through the experience with California Roll?