Update from the innards of the hapless marine creatures who keep us alive.

You may recall my heartfelt ode to the fish inside the fish which will never see daylight again (either one of them).  Evidently this ode is going to have to be put on a continuous loop.

Lino was cleaning some hyper-fresh seppie not long ago, and I heard the clarion call from the kitchen: “Hey, look at this.”

One seppia’s last hors d’oeuvre was a minuscule sole.

Then there was the day we bought a batch of moli, as they’re called here, otherwise known as blue whiting, or Melu’ or Micromesistius poutassou.

They’d been having a real feed, wherever they’d just been.

I suppose I’ll have to stop this now.  It’s no news that smaller fish are eaten by bigger fish. It’s just that… I don’t know.  Maybe it’s because they’re swallowed whole.  But then again, would I expect them to be ground to paste and spread on crackers?