Tuesday, July 17 . . . Cod Tongue

Adrian returned today, half asleep. She woke up at 2 a.m. to go fishing with Garland, the same man who took us out to see the turtle. She brought back freshly caught cod, which she gutted herself. With the filets she also served us Cod tongues. She cooked up a side of tongue for us and as strange as it sounds I knew I had to try it. I stopped thinking about what I was eating and again just let it enter into my mouth. As Sophia and Adrian sat there watching me with bulging eyes, I grabbed for another one. It certainly did not have the fishy taste or texture I would expect a tongue to have. I couldn’t believe it, but I liked it. We all went to sleep early, following the lead of an exhausted Adrian. Later that night, I got up and walked outside my door, and to my surprise there was an owl gliding with such grace and peace through the orange streetlights.