On a whim, we decided to take a stroll along the beach at Lee-on-the-Solent this evening, but on arrival, we had trouble parking and noticed a huge flock of people standing by the slipway, looking out to sea.
Two tugs were manouevering the bloated carcass of a dead fin whale in the shallows; a construction ‘claw’ machine was tugging on a cable, trying to get the thing ashore.
But the oddest thing is… there was this really weird, party atmosphere.
I am greatly disappointed. If I open a thread about **Mangetout’s ** rotting whale party, I want to see recipes! Cooking a beached whale? It’s hard enough getting the sand out of leeks. Anyway, perhaps these will satisfy:
Sorry, I have no rotting whale recipes - British food may have a reputation for being nasty, but we have to draw the line somewhere.
BTW, to get sand out of your leeks, make a single cut lengthways, leaving the root and about half an inch of stem intact - you’ll be able to separate the layers and rinse out the dirt under the tap.
Weird. I just now read a passage in my book where a group of Vikings dug up some whale liver - no, wait…it was shark. But this thread is about whales, so let’s pretend it’s a whale - that they had buried months earier to rot, and ate it greedily like a wonderful delicacy.
Oh, rotten, exhumed shark liver is fine, with a bit of salt and pepper and vinegar, but like I said, I draw the line at bloated decomposing whale - it isn’t the same thing.
BTW, here is the follow-up story; it took them four hours to dispose of the thing - it was bloody huge - just as a scale comparison - the claw of that grab machine is about the height of an average man.