The Goldfish (Carassius Auratus)

One day when I was 10 years old, my only remaining big and fat goldfish residing in a jar, died.
The goldfish was female – she was pregnant that time. I really was fascinated with her as she was bigger than most of the normal goldfish, and because she was pregnant, her belly was really bulging in both sides.

So there. One day when I was 10 years old, she suddenly died.

Then an idea struck me like lighting! What if I fry her and eat her? Will she taste like any normal fried fish?

So I checked left and right if my Lola was around. She was nowhere to be found.

I went to the kitchen to get me some burning coals and some cooking oil. I went to the trashbin to take the tuna can that was emptied that morning. I proceeded outside to take out some rocks.

Then off I went among the Ipil-Ipil trees at the back of the house so I will be hidden out of sight.

I pretended I was out camping.

I arranged my things: rocks, burning coal, empty tuna can and the cooking oil.

I fried the goldfish! Man, it was oily and fatty that my goldfish was jumping up and down in the very hot oil!

(I also did not clean the fish! Just fried it directly).

Then I ate it.

It tasted even better than some of my favorite fried fishes. Only, I did not eat the tiny dark orange balls that came out oozing from her belly. Yep, the eggs. I found them éeewweee’ that time. :p

Yummy. You can try it, too!

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Lola – Tagalog, Grandmother
Ipil-Ipil – type of tree that only grows in tropical countries. Scientific Name: Leucaena leucocephala.

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4 thoughts on “The Goldfish (Carassius Auratus)

  1. I thought you said it died, that’s why you decided to fry and eat it in the first place? So how could it still have jumped and down in the hot oil?

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