This tasty morsel is nestled deep inside a fascinating Vanity Fair article about Tokyo's Tsukigi fish market, the history of sushi in America, wasabi and the even the Rev. Sun Myung Moon:

Sheets of kombu (kelp) covered with herring roe; big white sacs of octopus roe. Among a biochromatic wealth of mysterious mollusks and other sea invertebrates of unknown nature, I see the weirdest creature I've ever seen. Now, that's a fucking organism. Tom Asakawa looks at it awhile, too.

"Sea pineapple," he says. "Attaches to rocks in the ocean. Tastes something like iodine. Sendai people like it."

It looks nothing like a pineapple. It looks like something that could exist only in a purely hallucinatory eco-system. It looks like, I don't know, maybe an otherworldly marital aid of inscrutable purpose for the brides of Satan.

"I need to eat that," I say.

"I'll see what I can do," Tom says.

Even though I couldn't stand to eat any of the crazy stuff they eat over there, I can't wait to go back to Japan.