I knew the day would eventually come when I would have to meet my maker, but I did not anticipate that it would be at the hands of a lowly sea cucumber. Tragically, I fear this may be the fate that lies before me. As with any product-oriented business, quality control is very important. Having not grown up with the delicacy as part of my diet, I am still very much a novice in the use of sea cucumbers in the culinary arts (and definitely not losing a second of sleep about it). However, quality must be tested and I was apparently the man for the job. So it was that I found myself taking the ferry from Batam to Singapore, praying that I did not have to explain to a customs official why it appeared I was trying to smuggle six dried and intact fecal specimens into their great nation. Thankfully, turds in the hand luggage did not raise any eyebrows and the next day my friend in Singapore helped me drop my precious cargo off at a Chinese restaurant. We met with the head chef of the restaurant, who seemed satisfied with the quality of my product, and told us that in two days we could enjoy the fruits of my labor. I repeat, in two days! Two freaking days! People are so desperate for sea cucumber that they are prepared to wait two whole days for the stuff! I cannot think of a single food on earth that I would happily wait two days to consume. What is going on here? Perhaps the entire nation of China has discovered that consuming sea cucumbers is equivalent to shooting a liter of heroine into the bloodstream, and is simply holding out on the rest of the world. Speaking of narcotics, have I ever mentioned how similar the jargon is for drug traders and sea cucumber farmers? A totally unforeseen consequence of my new line of work is that I now speak metric weights fluently. A not uncommon sentence to be heard around the office: “Well if we can get $80 US for 500 grams of the poor quality stuff, let’s push that around Indonesia, and save the good quality stuff for Singapore. $300 US a dried kilo over there. I’ve heard they will buy in powder form too.” And if you are like me, and want to stay abreast of all the latest sea cucumber news, you will discover that illegal sea cucumber smuggling rings are fairly commonplace. So move over Pablo Escobar, there is a new kid in town. All I am missing now is a cool nickname to join the likes of Griselda Blanco AKA: “The Cocaine Godmother,” and Amando Carrillo Fuentes AKA: “Lord of the Skies.” All suggestions are welcome, particularly those that would add a certain je ne sais quoi to my business card. Yes, even sea cucumber farmers have business cards. In fact, when travelling to places like Singapore where I more frequently engage in this mysterious art called “networking,” I have found it exceptionally useful to keep business cards on my person. Not because I think people are desperate to contact me, but because it provides an easy out for those who need a moment to look up sea cucumber in Google. ‘Here is my business card…yes that is correct, my name is Seth AKA the Donald Trump of Sea Cucumbers. And given your perplexed look, why don’t you take a moment to look it over, or do whatever else you need to do on your phone.’ Now the major issue with allowing someone to Google sea cucumber is that it usually results in even more confusion. For example, I recently Google Image searched sea cucumber and the results were fairly disturbing. Some may be a bit borderline NSFW (Not Suitable for Work) so proceed at your own risk.
Gollum’s little brother
A very trippy, yet patriotic American Sea Cucumber
Undoubtedly the inspiration for Ridley Scott’s Alien
It comes in capsules?!?!?
Just what is this? Someone actually spent time making this!
Adopt a Sea Cucumber Foundation run by Jess_Zombies@hotmail.com
Now the last image I found particularly fascinating because I am 100% certain that someone has been eavesdropping on my conversations and stole my idea for an “Adopt a Sea Cucumber” program. I have reached out to Jess_zombies@hotmail.com for further elaboration on her adoption scheme, but have yet to hear a response. And as long as he or she has not patented the idea, I fully intend to go ahead with my own adoption scheme. For a one-time, $2 fee, you can have the privilege of naming a sea cucumber. For $5 a month, you can ensure that a sea cucumber eats all of the feces and detritus its heart desires. And should you donate $100, you will receive monthly letters, personally addressed to you from your sea cucumber, updating you on major life events, sports news and the political situation in Camp Cucumber. And while we are on the topic of donations, I have recently discovered that there is a gaping hole in my library. If anyone is looking to buy me a late birthday present, may I suggest Rise, Ye Sea Slug a compilation of 900 haikus about sea cucumbers, translated from the original Japanese by Robin D. Gill. Available in paperback.
For the visually-inclined, here is the cover you are looking for during your next trip to the book store
At this point I can practically hear the scoffs on the other side of the computer screen. But sea cucumbers have actually captured the imagination of many an artist. Did you know that the first movement of French composer Erik Satie’s work Embryons desséchés, “D’Holothurnie” (from the scientific class for sea cucumber, Holothuroidea) is meant to sound like the “purring” of a sea cucumber. I have never heard a sea cucumber “purr,” but after a quick listen via YouTube, I am pretty sure Monsieur Satie was tripping on some very potent mushrooms when he went to the aquarium to compose that little ditty. I would probably describe the piece, which was composed in 1913, as more of a sea cucumber waltz. Have a listen and let your imagination just play with that image for a moment. I should also add, in another interesting plot twist, Satie dedicated the composition to one Suzanne Roux. Now if that did not make Ms. Roux let down her hair from her ivory tower, then all I can say is I am thankful I did not grow up in the early twentieth century. Tough crowd, eh Monsieur Satie. As you can see, there is a lot of material to work with when I first begin to explain my line of work. And once the initial line of questioning has subsided and all parties have been convinced that is, in fact, an animal, well then that is when the real party starts. In fact, I have heard that bringing a dried sea cucumber around in a plastic bag during a bar crawl is a great conversation starter, but I have yet to prove that theory personally. Instead, I have been preparing to become Patient Zero for a new sea cucumber borne disease that the specifically targets twenty-eight year old Caucasians males from Southern California. Now to be fair to me, I have already tried sea cucumber once before. But to be fair to you, in reality I ate a sliver that was about a quarter centimeter by a centimeter. So you can understand why I recruited as many friends as possible to join my banquet at the Peach Garden Restaurant in Singapore. I figured the more people I invited to try the sea cucumber, the less I personally would have to consume. So with a hearty group of mixed ethnic origin, seven friends and I embarked on the culinary adventure of a lifetime: farm to table sea cucumber. Deferring to the Asian contingent of our crew to initiate the ordering process, it appeared that the motto for the evening was go big or go home. Our Lazy Susan quickly filled with jellyfish, an entire Peking duck, and enough Tiger Beer to, I hoped, kill every one of my taste buds. And of course there was the pièce de résistance, Fred and his three friends looking far from sexy.
Before: Fred’s family portrait at time of drop off to restaurant
After: family portrait as a Chinese delicacy
Welcome to the party Mr. Duck
Tragically, I made it only slightly farther into my sea cucumber this time. After two decent sized bites I felt very comfortable saying that I had tried it. And because I am no expert, why waste the perfectly good sea cucumber on me when there were far more discerning palates at the table. And the verdict was relatively positive. The general manager of the restaurant explained that generally, in order for the marinade to really soak in, more than two days of preparation are required. Phew, so it wasn’t just me that tasted pure bike tire rubber without a hint of flavor. But honestly, these bad boys are a lot of effort! More than two days! I was simply content knowing that my technique for processing sea cucumbers seemed up to industry standards. That and how many people have ever gone to a restaurant for a BYOSC – Bring Your Own Sea Cucumber? This guy has. Update: just prior to publishing, Jess_zombies@hotmail.com responded to my email enquiry: “Hi Seth. This was a little art project I started years ago and unfortunately is no longer active.” Perhaps fortuitously for me, it appears I now have the corner on the Adopt-a-Sea-Cucumber market. Potential adopters please enquire within.