This week's Sunday New York Times Magazine contains a huge cover story on blue fin tuna, and their dire state in the seas.
Yup, tuna are in deep trouble. Eating blue fin is like munching on snow leopard tacos. One thing the writer, Paul Greenberg, does really well in the piece is convey the majesty of these beasts. He also tosses out the idea that some day we might no longer think of them as food, but rather as wild life. At one point, he is invited by a scientist to tag a fish:
Applying more pressure, I felt the needle slide into the flank, felt the resistance of the dense sushi flesh, raw and red and most certainly delicious. But for the first time in my life I felt tuna flesh for what it was: a living, perfect expression of a miraculous adaptation. An adaptation that allows bluefin to cross oceans at the speed of a battleship. An adaptation that should be savored in its own right as the most miraculous engine of a most miraculous animal, not as food.