
This evening I had what I'll call the great sushi dilemma (thanks, Michael Pollan). Cut to my usual sushi dinner at Sushi Tomi on Dana Street, at which I have had the same order once a week for 4 years: regular chirashi with no suzuki (seabass) and a lunch size beer. It's consistently fabulous, featuring old faves like salmon, egg omelet and seaweed salad and I know I like it. So this evening, my favorite waitress was shocked when I told her I wanted to try something different. I was curious about the chef's special--for $35 the chef brings you ten pieces, most of which had names I did not recognize. Shoot, I'm feeling adventurous! Why the hell not?
The chef lays this plate in front of me with ten glistening gorgeous pieces of sushi and tells me what each one is. I am so engrossed with my plate of food I am only half listening. Blah blah giant clam...blah blah snapper...and these two at the end here are bluefin tuna.
I love tuna, I really do. I have shamelessly proclaimed my love for diner tuna melts, made with canned Albacore, and my usual sushi order comes with albacore or yellowfin. Needless to say, this kind would be a new experience.
The first piece was spectacular and dissolved like butter in my mouth. So this was the fish that was prized by ancient Mediterranean fishermen.

The second piece was from a different cut because it was marbled like roast beef and had a red meat texture, which, well, perturbed me. Mid-chew, this chain of images and panicked thoughts flashed through my head. See, that's when I remembered that blue fin is an endangered creature, at the top of the Monterey Bay Aquarium's list of red alert do not eat fishes. You can't so much tell from that photo, but bluefin are enormous, powerful beasts that are being fished to the brink of extinction. It's like eating a rhinoceros or a giant panda. Oh sweet chopsticks, I was eating a panda! I nearly barfed right there at the sushi bar. (This would have been especially embarrassing because after 4 years of eating at Sushi Tomi the sushi chef himself knows who I am. He noticed my new haircut! I'm just saying.)
What's that Simpsons gag where schoolyard bully Nelson has a spotted owl in a headlock, taunting between noogies, "Stop endangering yourself! Stop endangering yourself!" Seafood is so damn good and (despite me being a sometimes vegetarian) sushi in particular is one of my favorite treats. I want to kick the sushi counter and scream at the bluefin far away in the ocean, who I'm sure are not listening, Nice one, you jerks. If you tasted like banana slugs, you wouldn't be over harvested, you stupid, stupid giant tuna!

But all kidding aside, that brings me to this idea about what it means to be a conscious consumers. When I was a little kid, no one knew about recycling, and then one day everyone was methodical about separating bottles and cans. I mean, the waste management in my folks' neighborhood now picks up food waste. It's wonderful. Or think about the organic food movement--ten years ago, organic produce was not on everyone's shopping list or even in our grocery stores. The only reason I even know not to eat bluefin in the first place is because I looked at a conservation website. Perhaps making wise, informed choices is one of the most responsible things you can do as a consumer.


So what's an omnivore to do?
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