Hick surprised me on Friday by walking in while I was snoozing at 12:30 p.m. He never comes home midday on Fridays. His excuse was that he'd bought some dog food from a guy, and brought it home before galivanting as usual. He also added
"I brought you a piece of fish from the senior center. It's in the fridge."
When I checked later, this is what I found:
A piece of fish, wrapped in a paper towel. Which was a bit off-putting. Of course I had to quiz Hick later that evening, on the origin and transport, after first complaining of the mess.
"Why did you put a piece of paper-towel fish on my glass shelf? The grease will be hard to clean. It's cold. I don't want to wash the whole shelf!"
"I'm sure you can get a paper towel wet with hot water and soap, and wipe it off."
"How about YOU get a paper towel wet with hot water and soap, and wash it off? Couldn't you at least have put it on a plate?"
"I don't know why you're complaining. I brought you a piece of fish."
"How did you get a piece of fish?"
"That was lunch at the senior center. I ate mine, and a guy brought me two more pieces. I ate one of them, and brought this one to you."
"How long was it in your truck?"
"Just from the senior center to here. So about 20 minutes."
"You just carried it out in your hand? And brought it in the truck?"
"No. It was wrapped in the paper towel. And in a bag."
"It was in a baggie?"
"No. I took it out to the truck, and put it in an old Walmart sack. I had several in there. Then I brought it home and put it in the fridge."
"That does not make me feel confident that I won't get food poisoning!"
"It will be fine, Val."
We'll see. Here's a picture of the fish unwrapped:
I warmed it in the oven at 400 degrees, and ate it Saturday night. It tasted fine. We'll see if it makes me indisposed within the next 24 hours...