Just pre-heatin' the oven for some fresh dorado filets (that's mahi-mahi for the non-fishermen). Right ~OUTT from DaKelpPaddies offshore SW of Mission Bay (Sandy Eggo). Dorado love to swim under the kelp paddies, so they are easy pickin' when the tuna are too far ~OUTT or too far south for a day trip.
Whole house fan on - pulling in the marine layer - supercooling.
Welp, oven's prolly hot now, so time to throw those slices of marine critters in the hot box a la The Bridge Over the River Kwai.
Knott shure excatly how long to bake these suckers - bit over an inch thick. Interwebs says 350 for 12-15 and it's too late in her timezone to call DaWife, so I'll try 15 and Czech them wiff a fork. They're all oiled up and reasoned. So fresh that if I dangled a treble hook over the filets (or fillets, if you prefer that spellink), those suckers prolly would flop around.
Whilst I may be hesitant to pickpocket tourists in Rome, I am reCONsidering if I wood be comfortable simply pilfering from their backpacks while a CONfederate distracts them. Maybe I could do that to try to fit into the Roman Way.
I'd much prefer a classier gig - like running the garbage collection racket in Naples or a concrete company outside Padua (they have a decent medical skool there). Does the 'Talian Mafia induct Czechs who have at leased eaten at a Sicilian restaurant once or had Sicilian-style pizza?
I'd rather run the Badda Bing gentlemans' club in Milano. More genteel lifestyle. Neapolitan garbage strikes are so ... well ... messy.
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