Jim invited me to tag along with him and Christine yesterday on an eel expedition. Centovini is doing a Venetian dinner tonight, and they’re making bisato sull’ara, eel baked with bay leaves. In order to make this dish, Christine needed live eels. And moral support (more on that in a bit).
The eel expedition entailed two key steps.
1. Catching the live eel:
2. Killing the live eel:
The thing with eel is that even after it’s been decapitated and gutted, its muscles continue to undergo rigor mortis for hours afterward. The twitching and convulsing is a little freaky, and Christine prefers it when someone else is in charge of the dead eel bag.
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that video is freaky. don’t get me wrong, there’s nothing cooler than a good slaughter, but something about killing things by repeatedly smacking them against a tile floor kind of weirds me out.