Getting crabs!

Regulars will note that there has been frequent bitching and moaning about the food in Buenos Aires, in particular, the lack of edible seafood. No matter how fine the beef, one gets sick of it as daily fare. So spending 8 days in Chile has meant 8 days of eating only food that came from the sea — get thee behind me carne. Below are photos of what I came here for:  King Crab. Top is a crab boat docked in Punta Arenas, followed by an official measuring each crab to insure that only ones of a specified size have been trapped, then a tray of King Crab ready to be loaded onto a truck and delivered to restaurants and markets. The bottom photo shows the crew unloading flash frozen seafood from the Japanese trawler docked behind … notice the writing on the boxes. That’s one of the reasons there is no fresh seafood in Buenos Aires, just a hop over the mountains — all the catch here not consumed locally is headed for Japan. Bastards!


Crab boat in Punta Arenas



Only the largest get to the table



Headed for the table



Flash frozen aboard ship and heading for Japan


Finally, speaking of tiny fish for Japan, here is Stan Rogers, who has a voice you can take a bath in, singing “Tiny Fish for Japan.” And speaking of Stan Rogers, who was killed in the flash fire aboard an Air Canada flight in 1983, he is, in the opinions of aficionados of folk music and original songwriters, one of the best folk music composers and singers who has ever lived. If you don’t know his work, have a Youtube feast.


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    • I left that ambiguous, obviously. Yes, you can get King Crab in Chile (I have only been in Punta Arenas and Santiago, though); I was referring to the inability to get any kind of seafood, and definitely not a bite of King Crab, in Buenos Aires, where I live. The implication of tiny fish for Japan was that in spite of Argentina’s long coast line and proximity to Chile, there is no seafood to be had there, and I am told it’s because it is more profitable to ship it to Japan, and therefore there’s none left for the local market … just like in the Stan Rogers song.

      Thank you for stimulating the clarification.