Monday, July 13, 2015

WAKE-UP CALL

Imagine that there's a small grey beast that loves the mud in your back yard, if you live near a mangrove swamp. Now imagine that it influences your nightmares and scares the neighbors. And it's very cute.

Sounds rather cool, eh?


THE MUDSKIPPER


[SOURCE: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pWZyHViNbBA. ]

It's edible. As even a cursory search on the interweb attests.

ABSTRACT: Public Perception of Mudskipper Consumption in Some Fishing Communities of Rivers State, Nigeria
QUOTE: "Consumption of mudskipper was more popular among the old people than the younger ones".

At this point, you should be real hungry.
I know that I am, no mistake.
Fish for breakfast.

Naturally, that begs the question how one cooks it. The answer is much like catfish, with bold flavours and after rinsing well because it is sometimes overly sandy.

Chinese-style sure sounds like a winner.
Yes, definitely Chinese.

Nomenclature:
One name is 背眼蝦虎魚('pei ngaan haa fu yü'; "back-eyed goby"), but far more common is 彈塗魚 ('daan tau yü'; "bullet mud fish").
It is also called 跳跳魚 ('tiu tiu yü'; "jump-jump fish").

Cooking ideas:
香姜蔥生彈塗魚 ('geung chong daan saang tau yü'): fragrant ginger and scallion mudskipper.
糖醋彈塗魚片 ('tong chou daan tau yü pin'): sweet and sour sliced mudskipper.
咖喱彈塗魚塊 ('gaa lei daan tau yü faai'): curried mudskipper chunks.
辣味大蒜燒彈塗魚 ('laat mei daai suen siu daan tau yü'): spicy garlic braised mudskipper.
鹹菜燒彈塗魚 ('haahm choi siu daan tau yü'): salted vegetable stewed mudskipper.


This is all purely speculative, of course, because I have never seen mudskipper in Chinatown fishmarkets, nor heard them.
The racket would be unbelievable I imagine.
It's a very great pity.


And normally I do not eat breakfast.




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