Sir Tessa and the (other) Tessa

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Fugu - pufferfish - was accomplished. Thankfully, the restaurant had an option for a single serving of fugu sashimi, as I didn't feel like a full meal, and sashimi is the only important part of this tale. The plate was brought out, the fish nearly tissue thin and transparent.

It tastes rather bland, and has a not entirely pleasant rubber texture.

There's a saying that gets tossed at people who've just been dumped, "plenty more fish in the sea." That is true in the case of fugu; there are other fish out there, that are cheaper, will not come with the threat of lethal poisonous death, and taste a hell of a lot better.

That wasn't the point of the exercise though. I partly wanted to eat fugu just because of the look on Mum's face when I suggested it, but mostly because I discovered what fugu sashimi is actually named.

That's right.

Fugu sashimi is called 'tessa'.

Take Two

I'm in Osaka now, and in my wanderings tonight found a couple of fugu restaurants. Tomorrow, I shall try and have my deadly fish dinner. Again. Just so you know.

I think, judging by the sign, that there is a fugu (puffer fish) restaurant across the road.

!!!

Today is the day. If you never hear from me again, you know the cook fudged it, and I died a glorious culinary death. (Actually, from what I hear, death by fugu is pretty much instantaneous and painless.)