Last night I got carry-out from Clementine, the new restaurant near my house. The menu had a bunch of stuff that sounded tasty. I was particularly drawn to a lime-brined chicken or a spicy-crusted Amberjack. Except I didn’t know what an Amberjack was. I suspected it was some special kind of beef. I asked the server when she came to take my order. She said it was a fish. I don’t know that I’ve eaten an Amberjack fish before, so I ordered it. It was tasty and a little spicy. They had kind of a Thai chile thing going on. I liked it.
Upon finishing, I needed to know what an Amberjack was. Was it a teddy bear of the fish world? Would I regret eating it? Nope. According to Wikipedia, they are “voracious predators, which feed on squid, fish, and crustaceans”. So I look at it this way: I’m not contributing to the death of a big fish. I’m saving the lives of countless squid, fish, and crustaceans. You’re welcome, sealife.
Next time, perhaps I’ll decide to save many plants and bugs by eating the chicken. I’m such a champion of the defenseless.
‘A’ is for Amber,
‘J’ is for Jack,
spicy chile AmberJack!
You need a good dinner,
that’s a fact -
save sea life with AmberJack!
Am-ber-Jack! Am-ber-Jack!
Great. Now that song is stuck in my head.
I would really have liked a picture of YOUR amberjack. Seriously, did you not take one?
Yea really … what’s up with this picture? We want the real thing … we want our mouths to water!
(I did have to dab a droplet of water from my eye though … your change of heart is so very touching … what a Warrior … a Gladiator even!!)
Well, I figured that everyone’s seen a piece of fish drizzled with some kind of sauce and topped with vegetables and relish. But what percentage of the population has seen an Amberjack? I mean, really.
Quarter?
“I’m such a champion of the defenseless.”
For some reason, I doubt all the bunnies that you’ve whacked share this sentiment.
…reached right into my head and grabbed that comment, Karla!