Fish

Our fish fillets for dinner the other night came from the Chelsea Fish Market. It's this hole-in-the-wall fish stand just steps from our building, so we walk by there all the time and Pascale sees the fish for sale. Pascale did not like the meal at all, and ate next to nothing. I, on the other hand, loved it. I was talking to Pascale about eating fish with the aim of getting her to agree to try it again. She said, "I want fish with eyes." So next time, no fillets.