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Something Fishy

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Something Fishy

Those who embrace fish cuisine need to heed my warning,
for even though a new catch comes in every single morning,
our local seafood retailer it’s rumored is a mobster
who concocts a fishy mishmash and pawns it off as lobster.
It’s mushier than lobster and they say a wee bit pallid,
so if you want the real deal, better stick with tuna salad.

Prompt words today are lobster, embrace, concoct, retailer, tuna salad.

Piscine Phobia

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Piscine Phobia

I don’t eat salmon, don’t eat flounder.
I prefer my protein rounder—
chicken, roasts or food like that.
Fish is too fishy and too flat.

Tuna mixed with soup and noodle,
I despise kit and caboodle!
Nothing could persuade me that
I should eat food fit for a cat.

I won’t eat food grown in a swamp,
so crabs and clams I never chomp.
No protein caught by motor boat
will ever pass my teeth and throat.

When dinner parties serve up chowder,
I’m likely to just take a powder.
I simply can’t take the suspense
of what fish lurks in soup so dense.

So if you want to plan a treat
that I will find the nerve to eat,
once again, I must repeat,
forget the lobster. Give me meat!!

Words for today are flounder, suspense, nothing, swamped and motor.

Catfish Afternoon

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I took my visiting friend Christine for a ride around the lake and into Michoacan to Petatan, a little town out on a peninsula that is home to dozens of fisheries and a few restaurants where the catch is about as fresh as it can get. Thousands of egrets, gulls, coots and black wing-tipped pelicans float and fly back and forth waiting for fish parts to be tossed into the water. In the restaurant we chose, the day’s special was blackened catfish and as you can see below, Christine enjoyed every moment of hers. A non-fish-lover, I opted for quesadillas and beans! (Please click on the first photo below to increase the size of all photos and to read the captions.)

When we got to Petatan, there were plenty of other people there to eat at the fish restaurants and view the birds.
The first thing we saw upon entering the open-air restaurant was the kitchen. The special that day was catfish and so Christine ordered it.
By the time we left, however, the large place was packed with up to 20 people at a table.
So how do I approach this?
Can’t be so hard.
At first , I’ll approach it logically
and seriously.
This goes here,
and this goes here.
She finally got tickled over the whole adventure
and eventually downright silly.
Nonetheless, she got the job done, stripping the catfish down to the bone.
And while we ate, this was the show we watched outside the floor-to-ceiling windows:
We eventually turned around and drove back to Tizapan,
To view this lovely old church.
Christine had a peek inside
We left the churchyard
and found this weekly market going on in the street near the church.
This young man, although heavily burdened, was happy to pose for us.