From the slaughterhouse to the table

Trinidad Gilbert, table companion of the best supplement in the world (the We eat), wrote an essential and highly edible article about "the last young fisherman of Portlligat." Our gastrojournalist linked us with phrases like: "Today on the boatHappinessFrom Portlligat, Samu and Isca, son-in-law and father-in-law, come up like every day. "This summer we're fishing for scorpionfish, lobster, grouper, docks, redfish, pitchers," they both comment.

Immediately reading it, I thought of a question I've served you on other occasions. Fishermen, naturally, do a job that is valued, that we consider hard and necessary, poorly paid. Why is a job comparable to theirs, such as hunting, so poorly regarded? You'll tell me that roe deer (that is, "bambis") are like stuffed animals and, on the other hand, anglerfish are much uglier. A pop and things change. And that, furthermore, saving the intelligent ones and eating the gorse would be discriminatory. in the glorious autumn season.