Tuesday, May 30, 2006

A Recipe

My good internet friend, Stu, gave me a recipe for jambalaya. I was going to make it this weekend, but due to a number of reasons (laziness chief among them) I didn’t get around to it. I’d like to return the favor anyway, so here is a recipe for Stu.


“Enchilda?” I hear you say, but I refuse to recycle the ‘hearing voices’ joke yet again so that was a waste of time. Stu, being a connoisseur, will have no problem with this recipe. However, there may be a few of you who are unfamiliar with the main ingredient.

The Enchilda (misspellicus enchilada) is the only mammal native to the continent of Antarctica. It was discovered in 1995 by the brilliant yet extremely alcoholic zoologist, Kenneth Van Vechten. Until that time, he had been best known for his work in the field of animal husbandry. Then, one day they caught him at it (see Lehrer for details) and he had to skip town, so he headed to Antarctica.

While in Antarctica, Van Vechten stumbled upon the enchilda, literally. In a blind stupor one evening, he went to take a whiz behind a handy iceberg and tripped over the only known colony of the creatures. He estimated that there were 2 million enchilda in the colony. Later (sober) counts put the number at 403.

The general consensus among the scientific community, upon being informed by Van Vechten of his discovery, was one of disbelief. This was because he had previously “discovered” giant pink rabbits. This time, though, he had taken pictures that actually showed something more than his disheveled living room strewn with tequila bottles. Upon seeing these newer photographs, the general consensus among the scientific community was “Yuck!”

The full-grown adult enchilda weighs about 75 pounds, most of that weight being in the legs. This is because it has 12 legs, each approximately 30 inches long. It has been postulated by some that it developed multiple legs in an evolutionary response to its environment. It has been postulated by others that the original postulators are full of shit and that God just has a tremendous sense of humor. In either case, the legs do aid in locomotion over ice and snow.

A thick pelt of white hair covers the body of the enchilda. This is the reason for its not having been discovered sooner, since it blends into the Antarctican background so readily. Either that or every scientist who visited Antarctica prior to Van Vechten must have been on the crack pipe to have missed these hideous creatures.

Perhaps the most interesting thing about the enchilda is its reproductive cycle. All enchilda are bisexual and hermaphroditic. They are born with five each of male sexual organs and five each of female sexual organs. They do not become sexually mature until they reach exactly six years of age. At precisely midnight on the day of their maturity, they indulge in a gigantic community orgy. Each enchilda copulates with ten other enchilda in an amazing daisy chain that ends with an explosive group orgasm at dawn.

Following copulation, the gestation period is three hours. At 10 am, every pregnant enchilda makes its way down to the sea, dives into the water, gives birth, and then dies. They all give birth to one new enchilda, thus the population is static.

Until Van Vechten came along, the dead enchilda were all eaten by whales. Van Vechten, having done a miserable job of planning for his food needs (he had packed 15 cases of tequila and two jelly donuts) decided to see if the enchilda were edible creatures.

As it turns out, the answer was both yes and no. Fully mature enchilda, having given birth and died, become both completely edible and utterly delicious. However, the non-mature-yet-to-have-sex-and-give-birth enchilda are extremely poisonous. Thus, since the only edible enchilda is one that has died of natural causes, the enchilda is the only animal approved for eating by PETA.

Since enchilda mate and give birth once - and only once - every six years, the window of opportunity for eating enchilda is limited. Due to their severe physiology, it is impossible to freeze an enchilda; they all must be harvested and eaten fresh. In addition, they rot in less than twenty minutes once exposed to warm-weather bacterial forms, so it is impossible at this time to eat them anywhere on Earth except their native land. The next enchilda orgy will occur on March 19th of 2008, so the following recipe is useless until and unless you plan on being in Antarctica on that date.

(It should also be noted that the enchilda-eating whales are so intent on their once-every-six-years feast, that they will actually pursue onto the ice sheet anyone who tries to poach “their” enchilda. Unfortunately, this is how Van Vechten met his demise. After eating an enchilda, he was eaten by a whale.)

So, on to the recipe. Here’s what you’ll need:

1 Fully Matured (Dead And Sexually Satisfied) Enchilda
1 Very Heavy Cast Iron Frying Pan

That’s about it.

The frying pan is for fighting off the whales. Whack the suckers over the head with it if they get close to you.

As for the enchilda, they taste just like Steak Au Poivre when raw, so that’s the best way to eat them. When you cook one, it tastes like Spackle. The only exception is the spleen, which after cooking tastes like licorice bubble gum. And nobody in their right mind eats the liver; even the whales spit it out. The middle toe on the fifth left leg is considered a delicacy, but nobody knows why.

Bon Appetit, Stu!

Soon, with more better stuff.


Anonymous said...

What if I'm trying to watch my weight? Will a non-stick Teflon pan do for driving off the whales?

Suldog said...

Well, the non-stick pan will drive off the whales just as easily as a cast-iron one - provided you swing it hard enough.

However, I should have noted that Enchilda are extremely fattening. Eaten Enchilda immediately goes to your thighs and stays there forever. This odd phenomenon probably contributed to Van Vechten's demise, as the added weight to his thighs made it impossible for him to outrun the whale.

Therefore, the most prudent course of action is to whack the whale with your frying pan first, THEN eat the Enchilda.

Stu said...

I would think that this recipe would be excellent for someone watching their weight, as fighting off whales would burn many calories. Your recipe is the perfect combination of diet and excercise.

Anonymous said...

Jim, Sorry..... you are WRONG! They can be seen.... even by the casual observer. They have Blue eyes and these stand out in the ice and snow.

Stu said...

To Uncle Jim:

It is well known that all Antarctica explorers are terrible drunks. So while a casual, sober observer might see them, a sober person would never voluntarily visit Antarctica. Also, look out behind you, I think I see a Balaenoptera borealis hot on your heels.

Suldog said...

True on both counts. They DO have blue eyes, but nobody sober is ever in Antarctica.