I would eat this.
That my friends is Galician Octopus. I had a blissful holiday in London last week. My boyfriend and I took a leisurely stroll around Camden Market, which to be honest wasn’t that great, but I did get a lovely dress! . I hadn’t eaten anything that day and was ravenous and on the hunt for food. Darren had given up searching the search and settled on a falafel which smelled delicious…he was less thrilled with his decision when we stumbled upon the food market; I however was delighted with all the freebies. I had pulled pork, fish and chips, paella, chocolate covered strawberries, chickpea curry and finally:
The Greek vendors urged us to try it. I didn’t want to, Darren didn’t want to. But they were so insistent. We eventually thought “It’s our first day in London-lets try something new”.
They lifted a tentacle……a tentacle and placed it in a nearby pot of boiling salted water for about 40 seconds..
Those scissors you see in the photo, were needed to cut the tentacle into bite size portions.
They struggled to cut the tentacle. Eventually handing us both a portion sprinkled with rock salt. Almost hyperventilating with fear Darren and I shove the tentacle in our mouths.
I chewed and chewed because it was too big to swallow in one go. I crunched a piece of rock salt ( I was convinced it was an eye—then remembered I was eating a leg(of sorts)) against the rubbery meat. It felt like I was chewing for a good five minutes, all the while nodding my head in agreement with the vendors cries of “See, it’s nice yes?”
With one final effort I swallowed the thing. There was a slightly fishy taste, quite like a prawn but stronger.
It wasn’t that bad….
But Darren swears his piece had a sucker on it.
Who would have thought!?