Dinner was on Cooper last night…
Not only did he catch it, he cooked it!
He fried the grouper and smoked the little fish on the hibachi.
The grouper was divine. The other three got mixed reviews.
Cooper was clearly a fan. His grin and the leftovers reminded me of the old cartoon cat that puts the fish in its mouth and pulls it out with nothing left but the spine. As for me, I don’t care much for heads on my plate. It started at the hibachi…their mouths were opened too wide and looked too circular. It was as if they were pleading with us, “Nooooooo!” Plus it’s a lot of work to eat a whole fish like that. You have to pull the skin back and watch for bones. Cooper looked like he knew what he was doing; John did not. Big men shouldn’t eat small fish…he was spitting out bones every other bite. Still, life and dinners are good when you live by the water.
