Cooking squid is a game. It’s a culinary high-wire act with zero net. You either nail it and feel like a rockstar, or you mess up and learn something weird about proteins. Either way, you get dinner. And dinner with a story is always better.
Plus, you get to say “cephalopod” at the table. Twice. Watch your friends nod like they know what it means. They don’t. But you do. And now you know the secret: 30 seconds, or 45 minutes. Go forth. Be bold. Don’t blink.
And if all else fails, order calamari from the pub. Nobody has to know.
