In Norway, they hunt Minke whale. The Minke whale is classed as “least concern”, which means “doing great” as far as being endangered goes. It’s the same category deer are in in the US, or pigeons everywhere.
So, obviously I tried whale meat, a few ways.
As a steak, it’s kinda like gamey beef in texture, but with a fish-adjacent flavour. Like if you shifted a steak 20% towards tuna without changing the texture.
There’s also whale bacon, which honestly tastes like pork bacon, but with the fat more in splotches than in layer.
There’s also the blubber, which I’ll simply an acquired taste. And that’s given that I’m Dutch and enjoy my pickled herring and even like lutefisk. It’s like if you filled a grapeskin with a nutty-oily, semi solid jelly substance.
It’s like if you filled a grapeskin with a nutty-oily, semi solid jelly substance.
That’s such a visceral description, I already hate it without experiencing it for myself. Sounds like really wet, soft steak fat which I can’t stand either.
Thank you! Sometimes I go looking up things like, “what does x taste like” where x is something not very many people would eat culturally or the like, and is so hard to find info!
Basically, mobile, aggressively-suicidal highway barriers. Any people outside the US want to hunt themselves a deer in the US, great. Their natural predators are gone, so they’re just an unbounded infestation.
The last time I drove through West Virginia – where they’re the densest as states go – right at the state border I saw a sign warning about deer. About 300 feet behind that, roadkill deer on the road. Another 300 feet, another roadkill deer.
I hit a minke whale in my pickup while driving home one night, just north of Belle Fourche, South Dakota. Son of a bitch breached over a guardrail and flopped down right in front of me before I’d even had a chance to hit the brakes. Hit him square in the blow hole and mangled the whole front end of the truck. The fishy bastard just dusted himself off and fucked off into the night, making them wierd ass whale noises at me the whole time. Ever since that night, I take the long way home.
So, disclaimers are needed here.
In Norway, they hunt Minke whale. The Minke whale is classed as “least concern”, which means “doing great” as far as being endangered goes. It’s the same category deer are in in the US, or pigeons everywhere.
So, obviously I tried whale meat, a few ways.
As a steak, it’s kinda like gamey beef in texture, but with a fish-adjacent flavour. Like if you shifted a steak 20% towards tuna without changing the texture.
There’s also whale bacon, which honestly tastes like pork bacon, but with the fat more in splotches than in layer.
There’s also the blubber, which I’ll simply an acquired taste. And that’s given that I’m Dutch and enjoy my pickled herring and even like lutefisk. It’s like if you filled a grapeskin with a nutty-oily, semi solid jelly substance.
That’s such a visceral description, I already hate it without experiencing it for myself. Sounds like really wet, soft steak fat which I can’t stand either.
Thank you! Sometimes I go looking up things like, “what does x taste like” where x is something not very many people would eat culturally or the like, and is so hard to find info!
Basically, mobile, aggressively-suicidal highway barriers. Any people outside the US want to hunt themselves a deer in the US, great. Their natural predators are gone, so they’re just an unbounded infestation.
The last time I drove through West Virginia – where they’re the densest as states go – right at the state border I saw a sign warning about deer. About 300 feet behind that, roadkill deer on the road. Another 300 feet, another roadkill deer.
I meant in a “how many are there” way. You’re obviously a lot less likely to hit a Minke whale in your car.
I hit a minke whale in my pickup while driving home one night, just north of Belle Fourche, South Dakota. Son of a bitch breached over a guardrail and flopped down right in front of me before I’d even had a chance to hit the brakes. Hit him square in the blow hole and mangled the whole front end of the truck. The fishy bastard just dusted himself off and fucked off into the night, making them wierd ass whale noises at me the whole time. Ever since that night, I take the long way home.
It sounds like that was whaley traumatizing for you :(
Sometimes, when I think about it, I just start blubbering.
Damn, herring is amazing. We have it in buckling form, with pickles, onion and potato
You know, out of all the ways I’ve had herring, I don’t think I’ve ever had it smoked. Which is weird, because we smoke every other fish here…
But the point was that I enjoy a lot of what others consider to be weird fish stuff, but whale blubber is too far for me.