Tonight, I finally ran into a piece of sushi I didn’t like: korikori, or cuttlefish. It came as part of a sashimi sampler. The taste is sort of indescribable — I remember bitterness and a sort of old onion sensation. I like eel and octopus, but found the texture of cuttlefish unpleasantly tough and yet somehow crisp.

Then lo and behold, a Nova special on cuttlefish was on when we came home. It’s surprisingly fascinating.

So now I know that I ate something whose brain was bigger than mine; that was likely more intelligent than an octopus, which are very smart; and that could camouflage itself and conjure a living strobe effect. I’m even sorrier that I ate it.