Fish Eyes

My son Eliezer was about nine years old and heavily into grossing his sisters out.
“I’ll eat anything,” he boasted. “Even fish eyes.”
Eeeww. When had I ever served him fish eyes? But it caught his imagination. He strutted around talking about fish eyes, knowing he was safe. Who would ever test him on it? His friends [...]

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Doodling Around With Sourdough

Last night, I opened the fridge and there was my sourdough starter, looking sort of reproachful. It had somehow migrated from the back of the fridge to the front, where I could see it and feel guilty about it. C’mon, little guy, I know you’re strong, I thought to it. You’re surviving. You don’t really [...]

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Fish Soup for Winter Dinners

Fish grilled, fish baked, fish fried… my husband is complaining already. So I said I’d bring meat back to the table. Then I saw frozen pink tuna on sale at the supermarket. The only frozen fish worth buying here are salmon and Nile perch, but I looked at the package and imagined rich, aromatic fish [...]

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