My grandad doesn’t really care for seafood. But he loves whitefish1 and insists that we do too.
But I never did.
It took me forever to get the bones out. And by the time I was done with the bones, he would squeeze lemon juice all over my fish; leaving bitter seeds that inevitably ended up in my mouth.
At some point I wrote a letter to my grandad declaring that I’ve had enough and will no longer eat fish.
He cherished the letter, kept it safe in an album and talked about it with everyone. But sadly, I still wasn’t exempt from eating fish after that.
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Not just any whitefish though. it has to be a male whitefish freshly caught from the Caspian Sea. He always double checks those things with the fishmonger as well.
Lol.. I can relate to this 💯 It was the same with me for Jackfruits.. Till date when I look at them, I feel I so defeated and forced
I love this one