(November 14, 2020 at 9:54 am)onlinebiker Wrote:
We have a very unique hunting experience here in the isles when we herd pilot whales to our shores. There's something profound and Holy about seeing the resulting red blood-stained oceans around the beaches afterwards. If you're wondering what I'm talking about, just do a YouTube search (I won't post any because it can be considered
NSFW) of the single word "
Grindadráp", which is the Faroese word for "pilot whale killing", translated.
I have never participated in a Grindadráp, but I have seen it with my own eyes, from the very beginning of the hunt, until the very aftermath. My grandfather taught me how to cut it,
grind (i.e. pilot whale), up properly. And he spoke with such reverence and respect about these beautiful ocean mammals, that have followed me ever since. I just wish more people would understand us and why we even hunt
grind, and our history of these hunts and our connection with the Ocean. We are born, figuratively speaking, with the saltsea in our veins - although that imagery isn't technically correct - pretty much everyone here has such a profound connection and respect for the Ocean that, for me at least personally, I find Ocean pollution to be an inhuman Evil. All that plastic ...
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Pilot whale meat has, like much of meat, an unique taste that I haven't tasted in other cooked animal flesh, no matter how we cook it. I prefer them cooked as a steak on a pan with just some cooking olive oil or butter and with some simple boiled potatoes and brown sauce. Simple, but very tasty meal. Veggies optional.
EDIT: sorry if this could be distracting, keep your eyes on the hunt, friend.
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