Since I’m no longer a real Japanese person, I happily buy and eat frozen fish. I also buy fish from places my parents were barely able to walk by without gagging during their last visit (FYI, Whole Foods—which also gags my obtuse nose on a bad day). My fish criteria is basically this: 1) it must be on sale, and not some BS 50 cents off; 2) it is not effed in terms of toxins (thanks, BP et al!) ; 3) it is not ocean-ruining and species-extincting (thanks, BP et al!). Who cares about taste. Eff it at this point.
I had a big pack of frozen fish and decided it should become ceviche. After the human portions, I had enough fish for about three MP meals. (Yes, family packs from Trader Joes.) Tonight, we’ll all have almost the same thing for dinner.
We didn’t want to get the tortillas with all the preservatives and the only all-natural kind we have ever liked is never stocked at the nearby Mexican market anymore, so we decided to make our own.
The new masa flour we got was a lot finer and easier to work with than the kind Piz has used in the past. I think we could’ve gone thinner, although this was fine. Piz likes them thick.
Flattened. I like the shapes before the fun part were cut off. They look like they’re having a blast.
Removing the party hands.
The littler ones are for MP. Piz made them smaller and special for her. Pretty cute. I’m a hack so I don’t do things like that.
After cooking them in the iron skillet.
This is MP’s fish and greens, before the tomato and the tortillas.
These guys are fancy pants aerialist heirloom tomatoes that came from Piz’s garden. He gets full sun and takes very good care of his plants.
I tried very hard (for someone who sucks at it) and despite the 93% shade cover in my yard, I was able to produce some very unripe vegetables this year. They probably won’t have enough time to turn red or whatever color they’ll be when they’re done before this place turns into ice. Really annoying.
In particular, there is one big-ass tomato plant that has one full-grown tomato that has been big and green for more than five weeks. I’m not exaggerating. It’s probably been nine weeks. Actually, I think it really has. In any case, I want to punch it.
Recently, the plant bonked out a ton of flowers and teeny green tomatoes, which are late for their own damn funeral by a good few months. I even did some home-job reiki on them and everything! Ungrateful effers…
Anyway! Here’s our ceviche. It was perfect.