I was a little stupefied when the waitress brought out our fish - the fish in the picture. Of course our cameras came out immediately. Followed by at least 2 minutes of pictures of said fish taken from every imaginable angle.
We had ordered fried fish but I never expected it to come out with such an alive but dead look. I imagine the cook must have netted it out of the tank (or pond) alive and dunked it alive and (figuratively) kicking into boiling hot oil in order to achieve this alive one second, dead the next pose.
The fish did turn out quite delicious but still my favorite type of fish is grilled.
The way we used to have it every Sunday when I was much (much) younger. On the beach - with the sun going down and the surf coming in. Well, no, not really. It was usually lunch by the beach - the fish grilled over wood fire especially for lunch. We had our own spot on the beach under one of the huge Casuarina trees dotting the perimeter of the beach. And as it was on private land, we never had problems with crowds.
After helping my mum gather the (unknown name for the moment - Doingin in Kadazan) leaves to wrap the fish in for grilling, my sisters and I would run off to the water to play mermaids until the next time she called. Then it's hot rice with sizzling fish time! I love lime juice from a single lime wedge drizzled on my fish.
OMG. Food heaven on earth. Nuff said.