This past weekend, Ms. Baisie kindly had me over. It was very nice to spend time with her, though I didn't get very many photos at all. I got a nice shot of her "houseboy", Foster, cooking some fish in the kitchen.
She had also made me some "red fish" for supper which was absolutely delicious, but tried very hard to kill me with every bite.
My mother used to warn us about fish bones when we were kids and I never understood why since it was so easy to eat around them in the fish she would serve us. But this red fish, man. I feared for my life with every fabulous bite. Obviously I did survive to tell the tale, but it was a close call. For each small bite there might have been 7-10 razor sharp bones that had to be avoided! That was AFTER removing the main skeleton from the fish.
You know what would solve your problem? Not eating fish at all like me! :) BTW I assume you mean your old home in Scarborough... lol. But that could be Markham or Richmond Hill too.
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