Home just now with our new pet Octopus Ollie, and a charming cephalopod he is.
It’s triple-bag wrapped for now and I’m going to keep it that way until I’m ready to boil the sucker so you’ll have to wait until Christmas Eve for photos of this culinary experiment!
I was fascinated by how the octopus suckers work and of course, thanks to Google, getting an answer is easy as one two three four five six seven eight! This National Geographic blog post is incredibly informative and even has a video of the octopus.
I had to ferry across the Mersey to Greenwich to get the octopus, thanks to the tip from Cobra to go to Bon Ton Fish Market. They were waiting for me and we had a fun conversation about finding one that was fresh (not live, but fresh). Another customer was fascinated and chimed in, asking how I was going to prepare it. This one is from Florida, a rarity to find domestic octopus I learned. Until I read the NatGeo article, I had no idea if octopus were unisex, or how they have sex for that matter (yikes!) but quite honestly, we only care about how good it will taste all grilled up and on a plate. Thanks Cobra.
On my way from the fish market to Port Chester to Kneaded Dough for bread etc, I was behind this vintage Mercedes, about the same age as the one my mother gave us, 1988. I liked his vanity plate but not sure I can figure it out. Zero Checker? Or is he a polo player, and the second word is chukker? I report. You decide.
Met up afterwards with a friend to have a Chrismukkah cup of coffee as she lights the first candle on the Hanukkah menorah on the 24th and we celebrate Christmas Eve.
I’ve done all the food and present shopping – only have to cook and wrap two last birthday gifts for our Christmas Day baby. Last night was a rollicking good surprise birthday party (that actually worked!) for a son. YaY!