Fish Eyes

 I tried until I wanted to take a hatchet to my phone and my laptop, For the life of me I cannot figure out how to download pictures from my phone!

So, I am forced to use my words to describe a recent meal. I dutifully took a picture of the food before I even transferred it to a plate. Drew (HeWho loves to go out to eat) was sitting with his phone as we contemplated what we should have for dinner. He suddenly muted the TV to read a description of an ad for a dinner special at a local bar. A whole red snapper, deep fried and served over a bed of coconut rice with cashews and a side of watermelon slaw. Sounded good to me. 

I did not want to go there to eat. With my lack of chewing teeth, some things should not be eaten in public. Always up for a chore that involves going somewhere, he took off to procure our evening meal. I waited patiently at home. I had a project I was working on. Another lost photo opportunity to show you my latest creation.

Back to my meal. There were not lying when they said whole red snapper! The head was still on the fish with fried eyeballs looking at me as I contemplated what to do with the head. No meat on the head, you know. Dead eyes stared at me as I detached the head to set it aside. The meat was tender and flaky and seriously bland. I mean no seasoning whatsoever. No salt, no pepper and even the breading they coated it with was bland. I tried the watermelon slaw next, and it was tasty with a bite of something spicy that left an aftertaste that was intriguing. Next, I tried the rice. It would have been delicious if they had not used so many jalapeño pepper slices. I tried picking them out while my mouth was on fire from the first bite. I couldn't taste anything but the jalapeño.

I am not a big fan of hot spices, and you will recall that I had a surgical site that was still in the healing process. The slices were tiny and there must have been a dozen per bite in the rice, making it near to impossible to get them out. I ate the slaw and the bland fish and mourned the loss of the rice. After that first bite of rice, my mouth was like an inferno until I ate a tiny bowl of ice cream to neutralize the heat and sooth the tissue around the bone graft.

It was like the meal was made by three entirely different chefs. No spice, some spice and entirely too much spice. Perhaps I should have saved that head and asked some questions before I ate. 

You might recall that my husband, who has repeatedly made the proclamation that we will not be entertaining any thoughts of adding pets to our menagerie of animals, has adopted a bevy of feral cats. They had a feast with those fish heads!  

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  1. I used to have to email photos to myself, then open and save them on the computer to be able to upload. Now my iPhone shares with my iMac.

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    1. I do all the steps suggested and then it just disappears. We will be going to my son's house in late April, and I will let him fiddle with it! I have even tried to email photos like you said and that is not working either. Frustration is NOT my best attribute!

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  2. I download pictures from my phone to computer via a USB cord and the photos app.

    I can tolerate only so much jalapeno hot. Marc will make cream cheese stuffed bacon wrapped jalapeno poppers now and then. When the peppers re mild it's good but then some are so hot one bite and I feel like I'm going to die. Death by jalapeno. Salt will halp cut the burning. Sprinkle a little in your hand and pick it up with your tongue.

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  3. Did not know salt would help. Dairy products do, not almond milk, though. I don't like real spicy food and try to avoid it. The description of the rice dish did not include jalapenos, much less the amount of them.

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  4. I also email pictures to myself, download on laptop, then upload on Blogger. That's the only way I know how to do it. Your fish head does not sound appetizing, although I see people eating the head on some Food Network shows! I guess it's no crazier than pigs' feet. My grandpa kept a jar of pickled pigs' feet in his refrigerator. Always offered me one, even though I never accepted, and never saw him eat any.

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