
THE SCENE: I knew it was time but I secretly hoped to fail. "Can I help you?" the fishmonger asked. He was bright eyed and eager. His apron was starched. "I am making ceviche and need a very fresh piece of Mahi-Mahi." Please, oh please, I thought, scanning the fish case. Please let him say they don't have any. "We don't carry sushi-grade fish," he said, shaking his head. He looked genuinely disappointed. "Oh, ok. Well, thanks anyway" I turned on my heel, giving Ava … [Read more...]


























