When I ate the crab, I felt guilty because I had to use my hands to tear open its limbs and scrape out its flesh. Also, watching the scallop die before me as the fire beneath it cooks it alive. Humans, we cheer when we know we have it ‘fresh’ – to cook it and consume it in one swift action was considered ‘better’ of sorts, and yet there was something strangely morbid about it. Feeling pleased because something (animal, edible creature) takes its last breath moments before you get to taste its flesh. I am a hypocrite of course, very clearly so. I enjoy these seafood but to have to witness its life and death within such close proximity was uncomfortable. Selfish I suppose, very anthropocentric stance, wanting to relish and consume yet cowarding the whole time behind the estrangement caused by the forgotten lives in my food. Then again, what about grass, aren’t they alive too?
Melt-in-your-mouth Hokkaido cheesecake
Here, they handed you a rod and you were to catch a squid with it. The lady at the counter will then proceed to slice the squid apart, its tentacles crawling meanwhile, before sending it to the fire.
ice cream. very jappy