Showing posts with label Fish. Show all posts
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Fugo Chef Regulations Relax, Paralyzations Set To Increase


File this under: Disaster Waiting To Happen

Okay, while this disaster-to-be is hardly in the same scale as an earthquake or tsunami or nuclear meltdown, it does still smack of government incompetence.

Fugu, which means 'river pig' in Japanese, is a puffer fish. Anyone who knows anything of Japanese food may have heard of the killer meal. Prepared by expert chefs who have spent decades working with it, the fugu is a tasty but possibly dangerous fish usually only available at the more expensive Japanese restaurants.

Fugu ovaries, liver and other internal organs contain enough poison to be lethal, which is why Tokyo and other prefectures have licensing stiff requirements to prepare and serve it, as the fugu venom, or tetrodotoxin, is a neurotoxin, and a small dose of one to two-miligrams can kill a person, or at the very least cause paralysis. It is 1,200 times more potent than cyanide.

Nationwide in Japan, there were 338 food poisoning cases in Japan related to fugu consumption that killed 23 people from 2000 to 2009.

The fugu venom is a sodium channel blocker that paralyzes the muscles while the victim stays fully conscious. If the dose is strong enough, the paralysis will eventually stymie the breathing ability of the victim causing death from asphyxiation. And hey, there is no antidote, with the standard treatment being to keep the victim stable enough for the body to metabolize the poison out via excretion.

Apparently, fish farmers have developed a poison-free fugu, like in Usuki-machi (Town of Usuki) in Oita-ken (Oita Prefecture). To be honest, I feel the main allure in eating the ugly little fish is the fact that one could die! I ate a fugu and survived! I'm a brave person!

But, Tokyo's metropolitan government is looking by the end of March 2012 to relax the requirements on chefs, allowing unlicensed chefs to process and sell the poisonous puffer fish as early as October 2012.

Japan - It's A Wonderful Rife is unsure what has spurred this on: Perhaps it was the fact that fugu eaters realized it was more expensive to get a meal in Tokyo than it was in other prefectures, and so they want to compete; or whether government officials just want to see if they can thin down the number of people living in Tokyo - and perhaps get rid of a few gaijin (foreigners) who are only too quick to try something dangerous.

This blog does see that while the cheap person or non-Japanese-speaking person may indeed head to a cheaper place to get fugu in Tokyo, but the smart consumer is always aware that one often gets what one pays for, and will maintain their current level of safety by only frequenting restaurants with properly licensed fugu chefs. 

And yet, Kondo Hironobu (surname first)  of Tokyo's food control department believes the fugu safety ordinance is outdated, as Tokyo residents will go to other prefectures to wrap their tongues the fish meat.

Okay... this part is funny for its irony: Kondo explains that another reason for relaxing chef skill certification on the preparation of fugu is because: "few diners have suffered any ill effects from eating fugu sold in Tokyo lately, (so) safety concerns have become less of an issue."

Yeah! That's because the chefs are properly trained and are highly skilled in how they prepare the damn fish! How about giving us some results on the number of people who have become paralyzed or died from ill-prepared fugu in other prefectures?

Adds Tokyo Fugu Cuisine Association chairman Makita Yuichi (surname first) who opposes the easing of the licensing requirements because of public safety concerns: "The revision will mean many more eateries will be allowed to sell fugu, and thus consumers may be able to eat cheap kinds of fugu at 'izakaya' (traditional Japanese inns) and other restaurants.

"But prices of high-quality fugu, such as tora (tiger) fugu, will not drop and will probably not be available at such cheap places," says Makita, who along with being chairman of the association also runs a high-end (that means 'expensive') fugu restaurant in Tokyo.

Despite the coming relaxation of fugu chef standards, the Tokyo fugu industry isn't going completely to hell in a creel basket.

Tokyo, and a few other prefectures still insist that sellers of mikaki fugu (the whole fugu puffer fish less the poisonous parts) must have a proper license.

While any fish shop can sell sliced or processed fugu if it is registered for sale at a public health center, Makita says that only the mikaki fugu is still restricted. From October 2012, mikaki fugu sellers must label their products as 'having venomous parts removed'.

Those who buy it, mainly restaurants, must only buy labeled fish and keep records of whom they buy it from, if they don't have any licensed fugu chefs on staff.

Of course, the higher-end restaurants will have a trained fugu chef on-board and will not purchase mikaki fugu, but would instead purchase a whole, intact fugu complete with poison parts - and would remove the parts themselves at the kitchen.

A dinner course of fugu sashimi, stewed fugu and other puffer fish cuisine typically costs between ¥5,000 ($61 Cdn/US) to ¥30,000 ($366 Cdn/US). Prices are high for natural tora fugu and but lower for other types. The fish are mainly caught in western Japan.

I have eaten stewed fugu. I imagined a slight tingling in my mouth, but nope, I kept on talking and breathing...

What was fugu like? No big deal, to be honest. Perhaps it's because I am a foreigner and lack the subtle tongue of the Japanese - though many people might say otherwise. Perhaps it's because I simply have not trained my senses to be able to discern the flavors... all I can tell you is that is was chewy, non-fatty white meat. Chewy like squid - only without the flavor. Perhaps the stew it was in was over-powering its natural fishy-flavor... no idea. Still.. I didn't die, and best of all, didn't have to pay for the meal as I was the guest of some people I met at a Tokyo drinking establishment the night previous. My only experience with fugu prior to this, was a single episode of The Simpson's, and I swear I Homere'd the high-class restaurant I was in by bellowing: "Fugu me!"IN that episode, an improperly trained chef tried to feed a hungry, hungry Homer.



Over the past 10 years, there have been seven fugu poisonings in Tokyo, though only one was within a licenesed Tokyo restaurant, and that was because back in November 2011, at the request of a customer, a Chuo Ward fugu chef served up the liver of the fish to someone who ate it and came down with food poisoning. As mentioned, the liver is a vast reservoir of fugo toxins. We can only hope the restaurant had the customer hanko a signature absolving the restaurant of any fault. 

As well, the lone fatality occurred after a common man caught, 'prepared, and ate the fish himself.

Sums up Kondo: "These are cases concerning careless people. We believe that fugu, if prepared by experienced chefs, is safe to eat."

Life's Been Good

It's Thursday, November 21, 1991.
It's difficult to get up and get out of bed this morning. It's so very cold. Still... I have to get up and go to Kaneda Kita Chu Gakko (Kaneda North Junior High School) where I am an assistant English teacher with the JET (Japan Exchange & Teaching) Programme.
Today I have to teach four classes, do some English club activities and then help out with the school soccer team.
The classes are all pretty basic - repeat after Andrew - which is fine, but hardly stretching my abilities.
After lunch, a third-year boy (Grade 9) comes over and asks me in English: "Teach me Scrabble, please."
So I did. He was good.
Damn! Am I going to have to change my opinion of the kids in this school?
Granted I have said repeatedly that I hate this school and its idiot students, but there are these great moments here which shine so brightly in my memories of Japan! In fact, if it wasn't for the crap I undergo here - having kids trying to stick their fingers up my ass crack, for example - I probably wouldn't even recall these moments of awesomeness as anything more than a mundane event.
But then... to bring myself back to reality - at English Club, I lose my temper at a group of boys who would rather talk amongst themselves than learn the English I am there to have them learn.
If they were in a sports club or arts club with a Japanese teacher, there is no way in hell they would have been able to slack off, so there is no way in hell I am letting them do that here in English club! 
"Shut the hell up or leave!" I scream in English. Even though they probably have no clue as to what I actually said, they understood the meaning.
After a few more glowerings, they get the picture and actually start to listen.
Afterwards, I dress in a pair of track pants and a short sleeve shirt and venture out into the cold and dark night of 5PM for soccer club.
We played in the dark.
Now... I've never been that comfortable with my vision in the dark (who really is?) and it is made worse by the fact that because of a scratch on my cornea that I am now wearing an eye-patch over an eye. I look great, but I can't see well. Two-dimensionally with no depth perception.
The team was disorganized and lacked cohesion - not working as a team and were instead working as individuals. The soccer coach is an English teacher, so when I tell him that there is no "I" in "teamwork", I am pretty sure it is lost in translation.
Still... I give it my best because I loved to play soccer and was a decent enough coach back in Toronto.
I taught the team many things about defensive positioning (my specialty) on corner kicks, man to man coverage, calling for the ball (a basic they lacked), communicating without the ball, movement of the team when they have the ball and even when they don't. I also teach them a throw-in trick, as everyone, including the coach seemed surprised to learn that you can not be off-side on a throw-in!
While my 2D vision made me look like a spaz when a ball was passed to me, every student understood why when the coach told them I lacked depth perception. Oh well... next time I see them here, I won't have the patch.
Hmm. I guess I am implying there will be a next time. Damn. Are they making me like them?
I go home at 6PM.
I was supposed to go to a party organized by the Ohtawara International Friendship Association that was being held for the Emperor's official bamboo shaper, but no one comes to pick me up. That sucks. Did they forget about me?     
By 8PM and no phone calls, I venture out into the cold and go to Nara Sports to purchase some more baseball cards, over to Books Time to rent a couple more movies and then over to Nakamura's Pet Shoppe to purchase some fish for my now bare aquarium (last week I gave all my goldfish away to the special ed. class at Wakakusa Chu Gakko (Wakakusa Junior High School) because I thought they would enjoy them.  I bought about 20 guppies... and now my tanks is aflush with movement and color!
It makes me feel good to know that they are alive and happy... unlike my depressed goldfish who just sat huddled in a dark corner and ignored me.
Despite wearing glasses in the evening when riding my bicycle around - I think I had a pretty good day.
And yet... I miss my still secret girlfriend, Junko. Maybe this weekend?

Somewhere wishing 2D was 34C,
Andrew Joseph   
Today's blog title was inspired by Joe Walsh - a pretty damn fine song about life as a rich rock and roll musician:
 

Us And Them

Ashley looking bright in a Japanese stone lantern.
It's the night time of November 14, 1991. I'm an assistant junior high school English teacher living in Ohtawara-shi, Tochigi-ken, Japan.

I have a dream. No nothing as profound as the late, great Martin Luther King, Jr. Mine was a dream as real as a dream can be.

This one is about Steffanni Chan. She's a Canadian woman of Chinese descent teaching high school English on the JET (Japan Exchange & Teaching) Programme. I flew over with her  on the same plane to Japan. She's super sexy despite a large conglomeration of slightly kinky hair that makes one think of the Wicked Witch Of The West.

Since I just watched the Wizard of Oz with Ashley last evening - and didn't get any action (how does a guy not get any action after watching The Wizard of Oz with your ex-girlfriend??!!), it was probably a no-brainer that my brain would conceive of a dream like this.

In the dream I am opening up a school locker (graduate school? Or am I doing a remake of Welcome Back Kotter!?).

I get a tap on the shoulder, I turn and look into the smiling, happy visage of Steffanni. We kiss hello, but on the lips.

As we are lip-locked, I get another tap on the shoulder. I pull my bitten lip away from Steff and peer into the expressionless face of Ashley. She's either my girlfriend or my wife, and she doesn't seem as happy to see me smooching someone as I just was. But then, that's just her.

I try to explain to her that Steff and I are just friends who haven't seen each other in a long time. It doesn't even seem to matter that she and Ashley were there in Japan with me at the same time and certainly knew each other fairly well.

Really. We were just friends, Ashley!

And then I woke up.

Talk about your bad omens. It was like watching a comet pass by overhead and then crash in to the planet causing a tsunami of enormous magnitude thousands of feet high that wipes out most of life on the planet.

I don't know if that's an exaggeration or now, but that dream sure felt real. How do I know if I'm awake?

I go to school at Wakakusa Chu Gakko (Wakakusa Junior High School), and immediately my contact lenses begin to bother me. At first it feels like my eyes are dry. By the second period it gets itchy. By the third period I can't see out of my left eye. By lunch time I am rubbing both eyes like crazy and really have vision in one eye.

I'm not blind... I'm just fuzzy and completely out of focus.

Tomura-sensei (Mr. Tomura the head English teacher) takes me home so I can get my glasses.

I manage to survive one more class and then get a ride out to the eye doctor again.

Now I have conjunctivitis - an inflammation of the mucous membrane under the left eyelid. It makes my contact lens stick to my eyelid, moving it up an off the seeing eye part that I need to see and perhaps think clearly. There is also a lot of sticky discharge coming out of my tear duct.

The fact that I was rubbing both eyes means I have transferred it from one eye to the other. In another day, I'm going to look completely grotesque, as apparently I am now only half-grotesque.

With my glasses back on, Tomura-sensei drives me over to Books Time - the large Ohtawara book and video store. I drop off some videos I had with me and pick up some new video materials that I will watch with one eye open.

We also stop and pick up some more medicine for the eye.  

I go back home, watch television, one of the boring nameless movies, eat some food, drink some pop and take my medicine.

There must be more to life than this. 

Somewhere I wish I had a brain,
Andrew Joseph
Today's blog title is by Pink Floyd. I chose it because the whole album - Dark Side of the Moon - is supposed to sync up with the Wizard of Oz movie from 1939. It might. I've never tried it yet. But I will. In any case, the melding of the two genres is supposed to be called the Dark Side of The Rainbow.... an apt description of my life these past couple of months in Japan. By the way, Pink Floyd members say that the melding of their album with the movie is a coincidence. There's another reason I chose this title, of course... in a kind of us against the world kind of thing...

 

How An Eel Saved Christmas In Japan

Christmas time is electric. And with the ever-popular Christian tradition of celebrating a most holy event ripped from the Pagans, quite naturally Japan and its multitudes of Buddhists are getting into the holiday spirit.

Actually... there's nothing wrong with a bunch of Buddhists celebrating Christmas... Buddhism is after all a philosophy and not a religion... at least in its purest sense. 

The fact that Japan likes to celebrate Christmas is interesting. All the fun without all of the Christian guilt. Who could blame them?

Japan likes its holidays and sea creatures. Yummy.

Anyhow... ever since the March 11, 2011 9.0 Magnitude earthquake caused a deadly tsunami that for all intents and purposes took out a major nuclear reactor, Japan has been a tad low in available electricity.

Yes... Japan was forced to ration its electrical power.

Now... the following story either has something to do with that, or its just simply a highly successful publicity stunt.

The Enoshima Aquarium in Kamakura, Tokyo is powering its Christmas tree by using an electric eel. I know... shocking.

There's just too many odd-sounding things with that last sentence, but Japan - It's A Wonderful Rife will march forward like the good little toy soldier he/it is. 

Yes... this aquarium facility (not just a fish tank in a home) is using an eel to generate electricity to power the lights on a two-meter high tree. Wicked. Apparently the eel is not putting out a tremendous amount of electricity for a continuous light, but there is enough juice to allow the lights to flash.

If you look closely enough, it appears to be flashing in Morse Code. It flashes:

... .- ...- .   --- ..- .-.   . . .-.. ...

Hmmm... using my handy dandy Morse Code to English dictionary, the Christmas tree appears to flash: 'Save our Eels".

Stupid eel. There's only one eel creating the power. A plural is unnecessary.

The brain capacity of the eel aside, this particular electric eel has been at the aquarium for five years and is used to promote eco-awareness.

Whenever the eel  moves (Editor's Note: Isn't that always? No... eels don't have eyelids, but do go into a rest mode for hours and hours. I wonder, though... do electric eels dream of electric sheep?), a pair of aluminum panels gather up up to 800 watts of electricity.


"We first decided to get an electric eel to light up a Christmas tree and its top ornament using its electricity," explains Minawa Kazuhiko (surname first), a PR person with the Enoshima Aquarium. "As electric eels use their muscles when generating a charge, we also thought to get humans to use their muscles to light up parts of the tree and power Santa."

Yup... not content with just a Christmas tree, the aquarium added a robot Santa Claus that also helps power the tree AND helps a jolly robotic old St. (MALFUNCTION!! MALFUNCTION!! SKYNET IS ACTIVATED!!) Nicholas sing and dance whenever a person steps hard on a pad. 

That's so cool. 

It makes this writer want to toss another article onto the old yuletide blog and sing that old Japanese Christmas song we all know so well:

When the moon hits your eye
Like a big-a pizza pie
That's a moray.


Somewhere eating unagi on rice,
Andrew Joseph
PS: You guessed it... unagi is the Japanese word for 'freshwater eel' - my absolutely favorite Japanese food. Does that shock you? It shouldn't. The fattiness of the eel (singular) makes it taste just like Santa Claus roasting on an open fire. Now that's zen. 
PPS: On an unrelated note, the U.S. military is looking at mothballing its nuclear submarine fleet in favor of using some really big eels.  
PPPS: How's my singing? I used a SOLO KARAOKE booth to practice!
PPPPS: This blog entry is terminated.

Fish Robots Teach Kids About The Sea

Hayashi Masamichi (surname first), a marine ecologist and educator, has created a set of incredibly life-like robotic fish from recycled items like old windshield wipers and raincoats in an effort to teach kids more about sea life.

His vast knowledge of robotics and sea life has created over 100 hand-made eco-friendly fish robots that are extremely life-like with the ability to ape the exact swimming motions of their real life brethren.

Hayashi has replicated creatures ranging from turtles to a 5ft long, ¥2-million (~Cdn/US $27,000) replica of the prehistoric coelacanth (see photo above) with was believed extinct until fisherman brought one to the surface back in 1938... many more have been found since then. It was first thought to have evolved some 400 million years ago.

The robots are operated by remote control and contain a series of complex internal servos and motors - in fact, some of the larger models are capable of opening and closing their mouths and eating artificial prey.

Hayashi has also made a series of videos documenting each of his inventions, in an attempt to broaden school chidrens' knowledge of sea creatures. His robotic fish can be seen engaging in a whole range of bizarre activities including picking up rubbish from the water and handing it to people on the shore.

Despite Japan's obsession with fish, they are not the only country to have delved into the world of robotic creatures from the deep. Back in 2005, the London Aquarium hosted its own intelligent robo-fish. However Hiyashi chose to create robots based mostly on fish rather than the super large dolphin of orca (killer whales) which use larger robotic parts.

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