Tilapia

I don't think R has ever seen me cook a whole fish before. The summer savory and marjoram and rosemary are big enough now to start snipping, and they should be good on Tilapia with some butter and shallot salt, white wine and lemon. I doubt I'll take a picture when it's cooked, because I'm never very good at getting dinner on the table and taking a picture at the same time.

She wasn't freaked out, but she wanted to look at it. "Take it outside so I can see it in the sun. Is that his eye? Can I touch it?" She has also never been fishing, which is a shame and I hope we can fix that this summer. She wanted to know how the fish dies, and we talked about animals giving their life so you can eat them. I hate the mealy-mouthed sound of my voice whenever we talk about that. It always sounds sanctimonious or too flippant--I never know how to talk about it, even though I've thought so much about it and it's so important. That is, in fact her nightgown in the picture--she changed clothes four times after school today and finally settled on her nightgown.