Waterzooi of whitefish
Fish second courses
Even if I had known it was the cap’ns’ nephew I still would have clobbered him. Don’t he know if someone cooks for you it is a gift not a given. If a passionate cook cooks for you, you are taking part in his spirit, his very nature. You are eating more than just some grub slid before ye. The cap’n was nice enough about it though. He could ‘ave thrown me overboard but instead set me ashore at ships next port. He was even kind enough to give me me wages too. I guess that should tell me something about me grub. I smiled and took a big draft of me ale. ‘Nother ship ‘nother day me thought. Just the life of a sea cook I suppose. Nice place this Spouter-Inn. Me likes The Minutemen playing their harps, drums and fife over there in the corner. Makes for a nice atmosphere. I turned and with great surprise there in the corner of me eye came Queequeg through the door. I stood, rubbed me eyes in disbelief and grinned. I walked to him opening my arms to give him a big sailors hug. We took a table at the back and started to catch-up on our long absence with each other and started trading tales. He was sailing on the Pequod and wanted me to sign on as cook. Something about that boat always bothered me and I didn’t really like the capn’ neither. Little did I know this would be the last time I saw my old friend. We ordered dinner, the specialty of the Belgian chef, Waterzooi of Whitefish, a dish I had never made. I am glad we did. It is always nice to share such a great dinner with a dear friend. <br />
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