This time she didn't mix up the seasonings. She placed the butter directly on the fish twenty seconds before taking it out of the pan, let it melt, and then plated it.
If not for the earlier fire incident, this fried fish could be considered quite successful. The whole fish carried a rich milky aroma and a refreshing hint of lemon.
At the dining table, the children ate the headless red grouper clean. Although the skin was burnt, the meat was a bit dry, and the salt was slightly insufficient, they were extremely supportive and ate with great relish.
Victoria sat at the table, smiling warmly as she watched them. On the back of her hand was a band-aid that the family's little warm-hearted boy, Hale, had carefully put on for her.
"Grandma, today's fish was very successful! Will you make it again next week?" Ella put down her knife and fork and looked up at her.
Victoria was stunned for a moment. "You still want to eat it?"
