It seems like only yesterday since I was dating Anthony Bourdain.
That’s The Bourdain, of the Travel Channel’s No Reservations fame—or infamy, if you read the March edition of The Atlantic Magazine.
And by “dating,” I mean I would watch the weekly calendar for the date when Ingrid, Wendy, or Brandon (the PR folks for the Travel Channel) would email me the upcoming week’s show bio, so I could provide them with free publicity in exchange for a little blog fodder content that I was too lazy to come up with on my own.
But, I was informed, in so many words, that Tony was getting better mileage from of his Facebook clicks than from my piddly posts.
Truth be told, they were too kind to use that crass and demeaning characterization of my professional publication, but I could just hear them in my overly self-conscious, and conspiratorial-obsessed, demented pea-brain.
As a creature of habit—and of habitual serial television viewing, as based on my DirecTV programming lists—I continue to watch Bourdain’s weekly demonstrations of gluttony and drinking to excess (if such a thing exists) as he travels the globe.
Last week, I viewed his visit to Brazil and was amazed at the 125-pound Amazonian aquatic aberration they caught to cook; an extremely strange fish species called the pirarucu.
While I would still like to experience the exotic Amazon region of South America, sometimes you might find the exceptionally unusual much closer to home.
An article in our local newspaper, the Sacramento Bee, revealed a mighty strange fish floating just a few miles from the creek that runs behind our home.
Apparently, when we get the exceptionally high flows that we have had this spring, things get flushed into typically small bodies of water, just off the main channel of the Sacramento River, which drains northern California into the Pacific Ocean.
In this case, a six-foot long, 200-pound, rare, and endangered, green sturgeon needed a little help on finding its way.
As a matter of fact, there were two of them, both females, and reportedly capable of carrying 150, 000 eggs, each!
Thank goodness Anthony Bourdain was nowhere in sight.
Who knows what cuisine causality would have become of those fish rife with roe?