No, not the "one with the eyes" this time. Just boring trout fillets. The safest fish I could find that would meet with A.'s approval.
I have to say, I have never seen a child get so excited about fish. I can hardly fathom it. I have the worst fish memories. I loathed most fish that came my way (except tuna), particularly the broiled sort, which my stepmother was famous for. It was always the same. Flounder or sole, sprinkled with paprika and margarine. YUCK! I could barely swallow the stuff and it stank up the house.
Izzy sees fish in an entirely different light. He even eats the trout skin, which I can't say I find entirely appealing, though I do eat it. How sad that I am raising a fish lover as fish supplies are dwindling...
Izzy Eats: The art of raising a gourmand, one bite at a time
Stirring tales of eating, cooking and foraging in my never-ending quest to provide, great-tasting (local and organic whenever possible) EATS for me and my boy(s).