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When the Carthaginians came around 300 b.c. they called the country Ispania (from Sphan, "rabbit"), which means "land of the rabbits." The Romans arrived a century later and adopted the Carthaginian name of the country, calling it Hispania. Later, this became the present day Spanish name for the country, España.When the Estofado Conejo was served
I think Estofado Espana might be Cortes' nickname (silent, upon a peak in Darien)?Thanks @falcon269. Now, does anyone know why it’s Estofado Conejo and not Estofado Espana?
For myself, I can’t eat it. Partly because I’ve deen film showing how smart they are, and partly because when they rise up and become our overlords I hope they will remember which side I was on...Food for thought, or maybe not? You decide.
A good soul sent me the link to this article. How does it affect your relationship to pulpo/polbo?
Admittedly the article touches on different issues, not least the (intensive?) farming of octopi to satisfy international demand. We farm other animals, so why not this one? Does the idea of the octopus being especially intelligent as a marine species worry you as a carnivore, or not?
Not trying to make a stormy sea of the tranquil waters that are the camino forum, but I am curious as to people's reactions. My friend has decided she can live without further rations of delicious octopus meat, in light of the article's message. I suspect I will carry on ordering pulpo when I am in Galicia, but perhaps only there, so relatively speaking not all that often.
What might you do?
Buen camino a todos,
Philippum
Good point DebR... remember Hitchcock's 'The Birds'?... maybe 'The Octupi' is overdue! Or 'The Octopuses' or 'The Octopodes', depending upon the plural a film director may choose. They do attack, have been recorded attacking, are mighty strong and I wouldn't want a wrestling match with one. I don't like to eat them - they are sentient! And I hate the way I see dogs treated along the Caminos. Lets not get on about Bulls in this post!For myself, I can’t eat it. Partly because I’ve deen film showing how smart they are, and partly because when they rise up and become our overlords I hope they will remember which side I was on...
Good point DebR... remember Hitchcock's 'The Birds'?... maybe 'The Octupi' is overdue! Or 'The Octopuses' or 'The Octopodes', depending upon the plural a film director may choose. They do attack, have been recorded attacking, are mighty strong and I wouldn't want a wrestling match with one. I don't like to eat them - they are sentient! And I hate the way I see dogs treated along the Caminos. Lets not get on about Bulls in this post!
Yes, my fathers family are-were farmers, and dogs had a place of work and can also be a part of the family. They can and are entitled to a good life - I'm from the UK, so I know how important dogs are to sheep farmers at least. Problem is, I've almost been attacked three times my viscous dogs, have seen too many undernourished, chained-up and-or in bad condition along the rural routes. The city dogs do look pampered. I am a dog lover, obviously, from farming stock that love horses too.I like pulpo in the versions "á feira" and "ä galega" (with potatoes) but only eat it in special occasions and when I visit Galicia in feiras (mercadillos).
In relation to dogs, I think you referred in your post to rural dogs because urban dogs in Spain have the same treatment as in any other place in the first world.
I am from rural Galicia and I am thinking now about the working dogs of my family. They helped us with the cows and lived outside the house loose all day. I can´t imagine them living inside a house, probably castrated, waiting for the owner to go out and living the family issues as their only fun.
Definately some "food" for thought.Pigs are also thought to be quite intelligent, but that never had significant impact on the number of pork chops being consumed; but maby it should!
Dave, you have definately been stepping up your humor these past months!Better them, than me. Do you remember that Twilight Zone episode "To Serve Mankind"? Apparently we are the main ingredient in that cookbook.
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Better them, than me. Do you remember that Twilight Zone episode "To Serve Mankind"? Apparently we are the main ingredient in that cookbook.
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Definately some "food" for thought.
The plural of octopus is octopuses (in English) or octopodes (in Greek, if unlike me you’ve had the benefit of a classical education.
Much as they are very tasty, I try not to eat anything smarter than members of my family. On a bad day, that can rule out lettuce.
Remember the Star Trek movie, Long Voyage Home? Whales were extinct and no longer sending messages to their home world, so the death log was on it's way to investigate and destroy Earth. Kirk & friends had to time travel to kidnap a couple whales to bring back to the future.
My point being, eating all the Octopuses might have an unintended consequence.
We are not so highly developed animals, onmivores. Eat a bit of everything and walk.
I did not know most of this. Thank you.Not really -- anatomically we're essentially carnivorous, although we are descended from herbivorous forbears, and so we retain some ability to eat plant foods, fruits especially. The second stomach which is always functional in herbivores (and specialises in the digestion of plant fibres) has in our species shrunk in size to become the useless appendix, very similar in relative size to what you see in the belly of a wolf or cat.
This ability seems to vary however from one individual to another -- my own ability to eat plants is severely limited for example, and virtually all of them consumed in anything more than tiny moderation will make me directly ill ; conversely, in some people it can be very strong, such as those that have no problems thriving on vegetarian diets.
I beg to differ, Sir ! There are three pluralisisis for Qctuposuseses. I'm surely sure. But does it matter? We knows good or bad englishes when we seeses it, and what is intentionalised.The plural of octopus is octopuses (in English) or octopodes (in Greek, if unlike me you’ve had the benefit of a classical education.
Much as they are very tasty, I try not to eat anything smarter than members of my family. On a bad day, that can rule out lettuce.
I beg to differ, Sir !
By those same criteria, a huge portion of the genus homosapiens would be disqualified ... urban planners, politicians, some Phd candidates, those heading to a pub on a work night....But I have never seen any useful & workable non-problematic definition of "intelligence" -- such basic ones as "the ability to learn" or "problem-solving" tend to break down in analysis.
Even a worker ant can learn and solve a problem -- these are not defining criteria.
This calls for a virtual trip to snopes.com!Recently, with all the advances in DNA technology, it is now known that they have a unique DNA, unknown in our world until now, and it is even (seriously) suggested that they are an alien race, perhaps transported billions of years ago on solar/galactic winds or meteors from another planetary source. Really! DNA does not lie
By those same criteria, a huge portion of the genus homosapiens would be disqualified ... urban planners, politicians, some Phd candidates, those heading to a pub on a work night....
Try evolutionnews. The use of the word 'alien' wasn't intended to mean extra-terrestial. But it's a lot more fun that way.This calls for a virtual trip to snopes.com!
They have octopus-like heads!
Reportedly said by a representative of the Dolphins as they left planet Earth shortly before it was destroyed by the Vogon Destructor Fleet. [Douglas Adams: The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy]So long and thanks for all the fish
This is my point. I want them to know I never willingly ate their kinBetter them, than me. Do you remember that Twilight Zone episode "To Serve Mankind"? Apparently we are the main ingredient in that cookbook.
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Pigs are also thought to be quite intelligent, but that never had significant impact on the number of pork chops being consumed; but maby it should!
Maybe octopi is the hungry spelling? (Must look for an octopie recipe.)The plural of octopus is octopuses (in English) or octopodes (in Greek, if unlike me you’ve had the benefit of a classical education.
Much as they are very tasty, I try not to eat anything smarter than members of my family. On a bad day, that can rule out lettuce.
I wonder about the Pastor's response to a cannibal? !!!In all little meson in Castrojeriz one evening I shared a table and “grace” with a group walking with their Pastor. When the Estofado Conejo was served one of them proclaimed “rabbit, I can’t eat rabbit. “All Gods gifts...” was the Pastor’s response.
I'm an omnivore, but I am uncomfortable with eating octopus because they clearly have a fair level of intelligence and possibly (difficult to prove) self awareness.
I’ve always thought that the concept of human progress from “take your protein where you find it” to “let’s open a Walmart and get our meat in a polystyrene tray” is an oversimplification of evolution.I wonder about the Pastor's response to a cannibal? !!!
Samarkand
Thanks for mentioning this documentary. It sounds fascinating and I can't wait to see it!Interesting seeing the revival of this thread this morning after recently watching the the beautiful documentary "My Octopus Teacher".
'sfunny innit. In the culture I grew up in Pigeons were "pies", Pheasants were "thank youse" (as in thank you your Lordship for filling your estate with these particularly stupid wood-chickens). Rabbits were a mainstay of our economy because we could get paid to ferret out a warren, and even get paid for the rabbits we caught & couldn't eat if the local butcher had a reasonable sense of humour. Half-a-crown (12.5 pence) for 8 if memory serves. Most of our diet was veg, grown, foraged or borrowed; bread & beans but "all God's gifts" were what kept us well and growing.I am quite accepting of the canine teeth I was born with and my ancestry from hunter/gatherer's. Having been raised in a rural environment I have killed animals for consumption. I realize that is not for everyone, but I can say one thing for sure doing it brings about an appreciation for the amount of labor that is required to feed oneself in that manner. The work required to prepare it, and also to not take for granted an animal gave its life to feed you.
I have no doubt we humans will wear out the planet eventually. Just too many of us and we live waaay too long now, lol.
You amuse me, @Tincatinker.'sfunny innit. In the culture I grew up in Pigeons were "pies", Pheasants were "thank youse" (as in thank you your Lordship for filling your estate with these particularly stupid wood-chickens). Rabbits were a mainstay of our economy because we could get paid to ferret out a warren, and even get paid for the rabbits we caught & couldn't eat if the local butcher had a reasonable sense of humour. Half-a-crown (12.5 pence) for 8 if memory serves. Most of our diet was veg, grown, foraged or borrowed; bread & beans but "all God's gifts" were what kept us well and growing.
All of which is a departure but not to far from the OP. My first encounter with Pulpo went well: Gran's reminder to "eat what your give & be thankful" still echo's. Though, for some reason, those anonymous patties in a sesame bun still repel me. If i'm eating a beast I like to have looked it in the eye and explained whenever possible.
'sfunny innit. In the culture I grew up in Pigeons were "pies", Pheasants were "thank youse" (as in thank you your Lordship for filling your estate with these particularly stupid wood-chickens). Rabbits were a mainstay of our economy because we could get paid to ferret out a warren, and even get paid for the rabbits we caught & couldn't eat if the local butcher had a reasonable sense of humour. Half-a-crown (12.5 pence) for 8 if memory serves. Most of our diet was veg, grown, foraged or borrowed; bread & beans but "all God's gifts" were what kept us well and growing.
All of which is a departure but not to far from the OP. My first encounter with Pulpo went well: Gran's reminder to "eat what your give & be thankful" still echo's. Though, for some reason, those anonymous patties in a sesame bun still repel me. If i'm eating a beast I like to have looked it in the eye and explained whenever possible.
I understand.It’s a funny old world. With a few friends I have a small shoot in Cumbria - pheasant, duck and deer mainly. Occasionally I’ve been challenged whilst out shooting and had some interesting, respectful and honest exchanges of view with veggies and vegans. For every one of those I’ve had 20 ill-tempered discussions with meat-eaters who basically want to contract their killing out, have the meat delivered pre-packed and portioned and don't want to confront the reality of free-range organic meat being killed.
I’ve always drawn the line at woodcock and hares for reasons I find difficult to explain. Neither are ever killed on my shoot.
Lately, after many years of hunting and shooting I rarely pick up a gun. I‘m becoming more veggie each year. People change.
Reminds me of trips to SE Asia and eating local. Finding chicken feet in my soup, lol.This is slightly off topic, but still related to both the camino and hares...
On the Primitivo I stayed at a small hotel with my son and a camino aquaintence, and we opted for the restaurant meal offered. A lovely rabbit stew swimming in gravy was brought to the table in a large pot. I was excited to try rabbit, never having had it before and was offered to take the first serving with a ladle. Come to find out I had three rabbit heads on my plate...most repulsive and disappointing were all the tiny white teeth.
The Mind of an Octopus
Eight smart limbs plus a big brain add up to a weird and wondrous kind of intelligencewww.scientificamerican.com
Scientic American Mind
Neuroscience
The Mind of an Octopus
Eight smart limbs plus a big brain add up to a weird and wondrous kind of intelligence
By Peter Godfrey-Smith on January 1, 2017
Adapted from Other Minds: The Octopus, the Sea and the Deep Origins of Consciousness, by Peter Godfrey-Smith. Copyright © 2016 by Peter Godfrey-Smith. Published by arrangement with Farrar, Straus and Giroux, LLC (U.S.), HarperCollins (U.K.)
This article was originally published with the title "The Mind of an Octopus" in SA Mind 28, 1, 62-69 (January 2017)
doi:10.1038/scientificamericanmind0117-62
Yes, it is fascinating - astonishing really. Beautiful to watch.Thanks for mentioning this documentary. It sounds fascinating and I can't wait to see it!
Wonderfully explained and demonstrated as well in "My Octopus Teacher".Since the thread was created I have learned that octopuses have something that some call brains in each arm. Scientific American tells us more (written for the general public).
Are you perhaps also from Vietnam? I have heard that the dog curries there are superb.Yes, my fathers family are-were farmers, and dogs had a place .....
The city dogs do look pampered. I am a dog lover, obviously, from farming stock that love horses too.
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Don't know about hares, but I don't want to eat someone who is smarter and with a massively longer family lineage than me.There’s something to Old, to Deep.
I had it once, in Belgium, reminded me of venison but as it was served au poivre the actual flavour of the meat was lost somewhat.Are you perhaps also from Vietnam? I have heard that the dog curries there are superb.
I am less keen on horse myself.
Funnily enough we were not allowed to shoot hare in my household either, it was taboo, something about being changelings.I’ll still take what the world offers but only to my needs. I grow most and I can buy the rice. I know what you mean about Hares. There’s something to Old, to Deep.
Yes, even the common everyday domestic cat (especially if it had been living feral) would consume us in a nano second if they suddenly became our size now, and vice versa. The dear sweet kitty would be upon you quickly, claws dug deep in your flesh and a quick bite to the back of your neck and it snuffs your mortal coil. You simply become a source of protein. We had one when I was growing up that was a superb hunter of young rabbits. He was a large tom, probably about 5 kilos, and quite often deposited a dead, small rabbit on the back porch for us to find in the morning. Unfortunately it would be in a state of non consumption at that point, and we would praise him, thank him and dispose of the carcass.Would not the critter eat you if the environs were reversed? And eaten without a micro milliseconds thought for the intelligence or sentience?
Pure instict would have said time to eat..ohh loook..food...
Lemme give yer a nice hug.
I can only get the savage wee beasties in tin cans shaped suspiciously like sardine reliquaries....
If there is any alien invasion. They will come as koala-Plural???? Kittens and puppies..the bigger the eyes and fluffier the better to enslave man...
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