Flying squid and jumping Mahi
For the past three days we’ve caught Mahi Mahi every morning. And we’ve been graced by the presence of several squid, which have jumped on board, that we’ve conveniently used as bait. It seems they jump on board to escape predators, though they don’t know their fate may be even worse when they hop on this boat.
I’ve never seen a squid up close-I figure battered and fried squid don’t count-but they’re pretty awesome looking. They’re sort of transparent and the ones we catch have purple flecks covering their bodies.
Once they’ve been sacrificed to the Mahi Mahi and the fish has been reeled in, Jeff and Moore take turns trying to coax Mahi toward death (this sounds much more pleasant than it actually is). Killing a Mahi Mahi, at least on this ship, usually means bludgeoning it with a baseball bat or driving a large knife into its head to cut a major artery. I’ve been told this is more humane than simply letting it suffocate. As a native Arizonian who grew up eating quail eggs and cactus, I know little when it comes to killing fish.
Due to the abundance of Mahi Mahi I’ve now eaten this fish more ways than ever imaginable-fried Mahi, raw Mahi, sautéed Mahi for fish tacos, boiled Mahi for Chinese food, fried Mahi wrapped in bacon and smothered with cheese. I feel like Bubba from Forest Gump who talks about “coconut shrimp, bbq shrimp, shrimp gumbo, fried shrimp…”
But as I type this, the smell of chocolate drifts through the air. It seems Jeff has decided to make hot chocolate while Bonnie and I work on our blogs and Bill sits at the helm. I can think of nothing better to take my mind of Mahi than melted chocolate on a cloudy day.