Day 319

Lumpfish Roe

I thought I tasted caviar tonight, but the webosphere informs me I was bamboozled into eating a knockoff. And it was ghastly — fishy fetal bulbs that not even a good dose of salt could save. My husband wins for best description again: “It tastes like the newspaper I clean my trout on smells.”

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