Leftover fish. Cold. I cannot begin to describe the nausea this idea causes to well up in me. And still, it was pretty good. Cold fish salad. The phrase is enough to make me leave the room. My house still smelled like fried fish and yet, cold fish salad was better than edible. Of course, capers will do that to any dish. As will mayonnaise.
I cannot imagine that I will ever make fish again, but in the event that I do, I hope there are leftovers.
