Freshwater eels have traversed the centuries as riddles of nature. They up rivers and estuaries throughout the ancient, medieval and early modern eras. Still, no one knew where they came from or understood much about them. One myth had them self-generating from mud. Even as they gobbled them in quantities – jellying them in what is now UK territory, or braising them with a butter-and-wine sauce matelote in France – Europeans remained baffled by eels’ slithery undulations, their general whence and whither, and their seemingly elastic lifespans. Before he turned his attention to the human psyche, a young Sigmund Freud spent weeks looking – in vain, as it turned out – for eel testicles. He dissected hundreds of the animals in the port of Trieste: how eels reproduced, in the absence of observable eggs or sexual organs, was a compulsive mind-twister.
We now know – or believe with a high degree of confidence – that European eels (Anguilla anguilla) come to life in the Sargasso Sea, the strangely self-contained expanse of water at the intersection of the Atlantic and the Caribbean. Their bodies transform throughout their lives as, over many years, they migrate to continental rivers and lakes, first as larvae, then as translucent “glass eels” (or elvers), then snake-like and opaque in appearance, before they return to the Sargasso Sea, their stomachs dissolving in the process, their sexual organs belatedly blooming, to spawn and, this final feat accomplished, to die.
The American eel (Anguilla rostrata) also breeds in the Sargasso Sea; other species, including the Japanese eel (Anguilla japonica), have been shown to breed at a small number of locations in the Pacific and Indian oceans – off the Northern Mariana Islands, Tonga or Madagascar. But aspects of eel biography continue to elude us. In his learned romp through marine facts and trivia, Eloquence of the Sardine, the physicist and sea enthusiast Bill François recounts the story of Åle, an eel dropped in a well in the Swedish village of Brantevik in 1859. (The practice was apparently not uncommon: eels ate insects and kept the household water parasite-free.) The animal lived until 2014, its longevity likely connected to its inability to reverse-migrate and spawn – dying, it is thought, as the water in the well overheated. Åle, in other words, was accidentally cooked to death at the age of 155. Had he not been, he might yet have outlived us – and, who knows, subsequent generations too.
Europe is littered with toponyms referencing the eel, from the fishing port of Ålesund in Norway to the Italian lakeside town of Anguillara. One particularly erudite FAO staff member, who’s been studying the connection between fish and heraldry, points out that Anguillara was the fief of the Orsini family, to whom a number of popes belonged: their coat of arms, still visible on buildings around Rome, prominently features the eel. Our colleague also recalls the fate visited on one pope in Dante’s Divina Commedia: the Holy Father winds up in Purgatory because of his gluttony for eels and Tuscan wine.
While overindulgence in Tuscan wine remains a distinct possibility, such gluttony would be far harder to keep up when it comes to eels. The last couple of centuries (and the closing decades of the last one in particular) have seen a drastic drop in eel stocks as counted by the numbers reaching European shores. At barely one-twentieth of historical records, the fish is critically endangered. It’s unclear if this drying-up – once so inconceivable that, legend has it, some of the catch was fed to pigs – is down to sheer overfishing, to climate change, to some parasite, or to factors yet unknown. The multiplication of dams, which disrupt Europe’s “fluvial continuum”, has certainly not helped.
The decline, thankfully, appears to have been slowed if not halted. In 2009, the European Union’s Eel Regulation kicked in, with strong protections and export bans. A slight increase in numbers could soon be observed – although a stubborn black market endures. Elsewhere, the East Asia Eel Society, a regional grouping of marine scientists, is seeking to weigh in on resource management policies: there too, eel arrivals have greatly shrunk since about 1980. The society’s founder, Katsumi Tsukamoto of Japan, is probably the world’s foremost authority on freshwater eels: he was the first to collect Anguilla japonica’s eggs in the wild and locate, in the process, the spawning grounds of the fish known to the Japanese as unagi. With his country the world’s largest eel consumer, Tsukamoto has been speaking up for conservation measures and moderating demand.
In the world’s current state of knowledge – no human has ever witnessed the mating of eels – full-cycle farming of the eel is impossible. Aquaculture in the European Union, China and Japan provides the bulk of the world’s eel supply, but the process consists of growing out captured elvers. As a dish eaten by the forkful, elvers were themselves once popular in European countries: some are still consumed as a delicacy in Spain, where they are known as angulas. These run to EUR 1 000 per kilo, and up to five times that for the first catch. Given a consensus that angulas lack any real flavour, their purchase by expensive restaurants is arguably more about extracting public relations value than intrinsic gastronomic worth. Consuming baby eels further squeezes the species’ commercial availability by slashing the starter pack. Unlike elvers, adult eels are dense in taste and texture, with a pleasantly slippery mouthfeel and a moreish melding of ocean vigour and riverine sweetness. The fatty flesh, bursting with vitamins A and B12 (100 grams of eel will amply cover the recommended daily allowance) takes well to grilling or cooking in sauces, or to a combination of these techniques. In the Japanese kabayaki method, the fish is sliced transversally, deboned, skewered, then repeatedly shuttled between the open grill and a bath of soy, sugar and mirin rice wine. The glazed, amber-hued fillets are layered over rice and, in the more upmarket unagiya (eel bars), served in swish lacquered boxes. Much closer to FAO’s Roman headquarters, the female eel, known in Italian as capitone, is a traditional Christmas dish, prepared in all imaginable ways. Consuming the capitone, whose shape harks back to the serpent in the Christian tradition, is meant to symbolize the triumph of good over evil. It could be that, of course – or else, the simple fact that when it comes to eels, the female is much longer, thicker and more copious than the male.
I have been very clear in the pre-interview: there are things about which I will not go on the record, and this is one of them.
I have stated clearly that this is a private matter. As you know, I have not been sighted as an adult in the Sargasso, nor have I ever been seen to spawn. You may also be aware of recent research suggesting that I in fact started life in the Azores.
You’re referring to a paper, which partly relied on the study of your otolith, the small bone in your head that’s supposed to encapsulate your history…Correct. A century after Schmidt, a team of Chinese-American, French and Japanese scientists found manganese in my otolith, which is present in abundance along the Mid-Atlantic Ridge, but absent in the Sargasso. Beyond that, the standards of scientific evidence required by you humans are not my concern.
I’m aware that’s what the Danish biologist Johannes Schmidt purported to prove in 1920, and that it’s become the authoritative view among humans. He spent decades chasing me on the high seas, so I’m grateful for his interest.
I don’t know. Can you tell me what pushed you to ditch your job and blow your savings on a sports car?