One of the things Paul and I have done during summers is fishing.
Our first catfish was a real adventure, both to catch and to eat.
We're not artsy when it comes to fish.
We don't mount them as souvenirs.
We eat them.
When people move to another country they often have to face a change in diet.
Sometimes it's obvious - spaghetti in Italy, tacos in Mexico.
A more subtle problem is the
Monday, August 12, 2013
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