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You may not be of the tentacle persuasion. These are the tentacles of squid, and we peeled back the skin, disgorged the innards, threw away the eyes, and sliced the slippery white meat into rings. The tentacles we left alone, simply dragged them through flour and threw them into a bath of hot oil where they instantly froze, like the statues in Pompei. The squid is from Monterey, considered ‘local’ here, though it is over 300 miles away, going north.
This is strange to me, unfathomable really, given that we can drive to the sea in 45 minutes and swim in gorgeous, crystalline water. Malibu: a place where we have witnessed the sight of three stately California grey whales breaching the surface, their wondrous sheen, their size silencing, so that all we could do was point open-mouthed and watch as they shot up their water for us through their blow holes (not sure if that is the technical term). And then there are the pods of dolphins, the seals that pop up nearby as you’re swimming, darkly sleek and chubby. The pelicans fly slowly in a line, quite low, as if to be menacing. I don’t know where they are going.
Today we watched a man pull a ray fish from the sea, a huge flapping thing that he slipped back into the water, pushing it in the direction of the outgoing wave until it complied and disappeared. The place is teeming with life. But the fish we buy comes from Santa Barbara or beyond.
To clean the squid, pull the head away from the body and with your fingers empty out the body cavity (which includes the ink sac – wear an apron). The cuttlebone will be in there too, transparent and flimsy – remove it. Now gently pull the wings free from the sides and slip off the purple membrane. Rinse under running water and drain. Cut into thickish rings (about 1cm diameter).
Keep the tentacles together by slicing just above the join. Remove the eyes and mouth. I keep the tentacles intact and fry them whole. The five squid I bought made up 1lb which was just enough for the two of us. There are those who like to soak the calamari in milk to tenderize it, and having done this once I don’t think it makes a great deal of difference. So, when you’re ready to cook, mix together equal amounts of plain flour and cornflour (cornstarch) with a pinch of sea salt. Fill a large, heavy-based pan a third full with sunflower or vegetable oil and heat. Throw in a pinch of flour and if it sizzles furiously, you’re ready to go. Drain the squid pieces well and pat dry, then drag them through the flour and shake off any excess. Fry in batches and when golden brown remove them to some kitchen paper. Sprinkle with salt and serve quickly, while they’re hot, with wedges of lemon.
These look delicious. Great directions. I’ve only prepped squid rings using squid tubes never the tentacles. I’d love to get my hands on some fresh squid though.
I’m sure it’s fairly easy to come by…? Depends where you are. Thank you for commenting. x
Wonderful Sophie! I’ve never tried to cook the squid this way myself before and have only bought squid ready prepared so had no idea about the eyes either. Must had tasted so good!!
Hello there, yes the eyes are a bit of a distraction… But well worth buying the whole squid and gutting it yourself. Thanks for visiting x
Great writing, as always! I wish you had included a more pictorial tutorial of preparing the squid. I’ve always wanted to see how it’s done!
Hello Mimi. I think there are a few pictorial guides out there. And if you think about it in a couple of basic movements it’s quite straight-forward. Be prepared for mess though, which is fun or not depending on your persuasion x
Great post, with a compelling story. I love squid done this way and especially on summer nights when I want something real, but not too much work, this is what I make. Squid may be the last great inexpensive seafood. Your story took me back, to being young and hitchhiking around Europe. The adventure (and danger) of it all. It also put me in mind of a line from INTO THE BLUE, a Robert Goddard novel, when the main character, Harry Barnett, flies from his shelter in Greece “into the dreary, drizzling grayness of England.” Thanks. I always love your posts. Ken