My cooking skills are lacking severely, they would make the even the most wretched chef criticize my bad baking attempts. But looking back on my childhood, you would not think this would be the case. You could usually find me sitting on the counter next to my moms mixing bowl, adding and mixing the ingredients that always turned out to be delicious. When I was younger, cooking was always associated with the holidays, which was the prime time for me to mix chocolate with various other gooey ingredients, and with the help of my mother, create a delicious dessert. The most memorable dessert of the holiday season was the chocolate lava cookies which we used to make every year.
“I had better re-bait that little line out over the stern,” he said. “If the fish decides to stay another night I will need to eat again and the water is low in the bottle. I don’t think I can get anything but a dolphin here. But if I eat him fresh enough he won’t be bad. I wish a flying fish would come on board tonight. But I have no light to attract them. A flying fish is excellent to eat raw and I would not have to cut him up. I must save all my strength now. Christ, I did not know he was so big.”
“I’ll kill him though,” he said. “In all his greatness and his glory.”
Although it is unjust, he thought. But I will show him what a man can do and what a man endures.
“I told the boy I was a strange old man,” he said.
“Now is when I must prove it.”