Even more familiar is Worcestershire sauce, which contains fermented anchovies.
Except that does’t account for the enterotoxin the bacteria leaves behind like botulism.
Hákarl, A Poem by Norman Gibson*…
Stinky predator,
Hanging for weeks in a shed.
I’ll have the salad.
*Not really, but I hear it in his voice; such are my muses.
I’d love to now how they discovered this.
“Hey, Snorri. You know that shark meat? The stuff that makes you really sick if you eat it?”
“Yeah?”
“Well there’s a whole load of it here that’s been lying around rotting for a few months. Smells kinda like drain cleaner. Want to try a bit?”