I’ve written previously about our unhealthy obsession with hot steamy balls. Octopus balls that is. Before you get excited, I’m not talking about the gonads of an octopus (which, incidentally, are located in their heads… should you ever happen to be looking), I’m talking takoyaki, those dangerously addictive spheres of flour, eggs and dashi, studded with octopus pieces, ginger and green […] Read more…