Grant, who served his mission in korea, urged me to try it. His voice was so excited when he saw them placed on our table. That was my cur to close my eyes and take a piece.
Fishy
Salty
Crunch
They looked like feeder fish, those gray fish near the goldfish. But dried, and now their skin was opaque. You could are their. Entire skeleton. Their little eyeballs seemed to say,
Hey guys! what's for lunch?
I wish we had remembered to bring the leftover ones home. The kids would have loved them. Loved them as a toy to play with and poke.
Not to eat.
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