A new adventure in organic cuisine was had by me tonight. I have written that eating organ meat and seaweed are difficult for me to do. I tried valiantly with both to no avail. My final solutions were pill form. But, Spiralina capsules are expensive, too expensive for me. I ate Kelp noodles tonight. They are translucent long noodles that have a glass look to them. The bag said they have a neutral taste. Still, took me a week to try them. I slow cooked locally made hot Italian sausage from a natural market in tomato puree with onions, peppers, garlic, carrots, oregano, basil, and red wine vinegar. The “noodles” are not cooked, they are rinsed and simply added to the dish you’ve cooked. I put a handful of the alien food in a bowl and ladled (a lot) of sauce over them. Working hard to put out of mind that the noodles are Kelp. I ate it all. The noodles did have a neutral taste. They were okay, I can live with these. One bag costs $10 and has roughly four or five servings. On Wahls levels II and III, it is required to eat a serving of Algae, Kelp, Seaweed, Dulse Flakes or Spiralina daily. The Kelp noodles will work some of the time, however, not something I can eat daily. Dulse Flakes, I am told, have no taste in a smoothie which was not the case with Spiralina. That will be the next experiment.

Dulse Flakes, my father had a huge exotic fish collection when I was a kid. When I say huge, I mean huge. He had a medium sized room of double stacked fish aquariums taking every inch of wall space around the room. He collected everything from sea horses, lion fishes, clown fishes with their anemone’s, even at one time an octopus. Dulse Flakes reminds me of what he fed the tank of small fish used to feed some of the bigger fish. He had a deal with the owner of an exotic fish store that any fish he bought he could have at cost, in return, my father was the guinea pig for the fish thriving or not and why. For example, which fish can go in a tank with a lion fish. Not all fish can, he lost a few and kept a few. He had a fishing net he kept tacked on the wall with the dried carcasses of the fish that didn’t make it. Apparently, there was not a lot of knowledge on exotic fish for pets in the early 70’s.

George the Octopus was about three feet long, I’m going on memory, this was a long time ago. George was entertaining and fun to watch. We moved while George was in residence with us, watching my father and his friends deal with that was fun. They used a big outdoor plastic garbage can to transport George. After his fish tank was emptied of water down to just a few inches, they “attempted” to get him out of the tank. It took three guys to get this little three foot octopus transferred to the garbage pail. Every time they successfully got a suctioned limb off the glass, two more held on. It took them twenty minutes, but they did it. That poor octopus. We had the octopus for a while, but soon found out that George was actually Georgette. My father was warned that there is no way to know if an octopus is a male or a female till the female lays eggs. Georgette laid her eggs, then she proceeded to starve herself to death as she waited fruitlessly for a male octopus to come and fertilize her eggs. She did die and we did give her a proper burial.

My father kept his aquarium for about fifteen years, but due to emphysema, he became too sick to care for them, and one at a time, they were given away, sold, died and not replaced till he was down to his last fish. The lion fish. The lion fish was his first fish and was still with him to the end. Tough fish. I had the opportunity to work in St. Croix for a short time. St. Croix is one of the Virgin Islands in the Caribbean. While there, I went scuba diving and snorkeling. I called my sick father from there and I described everything I saw under the water, “Dad, I’m swimming with your fish and they’re really big!” It broke my father’s heart to let go of his last fish. Emphysema was a long horrible way to go. My father just wasn’t able to stop smoking. His father died of the same thing. His sister was able to stop after first hearing she had Emphysema, she’s still alive today (older than my father would’ve been and in good health) and I quit smoking before the probable happened to me.

I went down a memory lane, but a bittersweet one, lovely, cherished, tragic and sad. I love you Dad.


Bonne Sante


I have no pictures of my father’s fish, this picture is from Dreamstime:

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