Let Me

Let me tell you a little bit about a fish called Halibut.

This fish is thick, white, and has a good smell. Even after deep frying it in oil long enough that the batter on the outside was perfectly crispy and nice, the meaty interior was so meat-like that it almost needed a knife to be able to enjoy properly.

The first halibut steak that I fried up, a few weeks ago now, Maria was heard to exclaim "Wow! This is good!" At that point, I keeled over in shock, dead on the floor, because Maria just quite simply does not like fish unless it's Pan Seared Mahi-Mahi, caught fresh from Florida, and crusted in a peanut crust. When I cook fish, I have lowered expectations as to whether or not she will enjoy it, thus the shock.

I used up the last of the halibut in our freezer last night, again making a fish fry and serving a side of preseasoned french fries. Sure, not the most original of dishes, but highly satisfying.

So, to you, akdidge, I send my hearty thanks. And those of Maria as well.

Thank you!