It's not just us. Even Freud had eel issues.
Poor Sigmund appears to be the victim of his own envy."Since eels do not keep diaries," the investigator, 19-year-old Sigmund Freud, wrote to a friend in the spring of 1876, the only way to determine gender was to cut and slice, "but in vain, all the eels which I cut open are of the fairer sex."
But I digress.
The advice is just so darned useful. For example, the suggestion about avoiding a three pound eel, despite the obvious draw.
(Three pounds is a big fella by anyone's reckoning.)
But I digress again.
So you start with a one pound country eel and THEN you add butter.
This affirms one of my culinary beliefs: add butter and anything tastes like chicken.
Stew that is.