Fish Tales

Posted on January 18, 2021 by Jan Wilberg

My husband is cooking a red snapper for dinner. With the head on. Because that’s how sophisticated people cook red snapper. So later at our dinner table, there will be the whole fish lying on its side, its one visible eye unfocused and baked. And then we will dig in, taking whole chunks from the fish’s side while the eye remains, starched open until we strip the fish of everything it has down to its many bones. And then we will throw the fish carcass out, eye and all.

In Nicaragua, years ago, a whole red snapper was served to me by a waiter in a roadside restaurant that had only the fish and one or two other things on the menu, it being a time of great scarcity in the country after the Sandinistas took power and before prosperity came. I had my newly adopted toddler, Joe, on my…

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Elizabeth
January 21, 2021

I have never relaxed around a cooked fish eye staring at me. Worse, though I must say, was my experience of the lamb’s head at my last Greek Easter. Nightmares ensued.

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