He asked me what I wanted on Wednesday. Said, if I had any thoughts to let him know.
“Grilled Octopus tacos.”
“Octopus tacos?”
“Yeah.”
He turned in his chair and looked at me, probably to see if there was any bullshit on my face and didn’t find any there.
“Octopus tacos. Hmm.”
It makes me wonder how far away one would have to search to find another person or group of people in a camping situation with 1) octopus in their coolers, 2) that was destined to be grilled and then, 3) eaten in a taco.
Probably a good long ways.
And even if by some strange luck you were to find another set of octo-grillers with accompanying corn tortillas, I would have to bet that ours was more delicious. Actually, I am just going to say that I am sure that ours was more delicious. Partly because it was the best octopus I have ever had, but mostly because there is no way to prove me wrong.





Bates’s unique method may definitely leave some people feeling a little unsettled. From BatesKnives.com:
Is it a little crunchy? Yes. But is it usable? Absolutely.
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