Uncover the Secret Delicacy Hidden Beneath Our Feet: The Surprising Truth About Eating Around Worms
When it was time to cook them, he didn’t clean them the way I expected. He rinsed them off; that was all. They were too small to bother gutting, not worth the time.
The fish hit the pan whole. Skin blistered and tightened, turning opaque as heat replaced cold. As he flipped them, the skin split and curled back.
That was when I saw the worms.
Thin pale coils threaded through the flesh, revealed as the meat separated. Some were embedded deep, others loose, unmistakable once noticed.
My stomach tightened. All that work, wasted. Our meal was ruined. Another day without fresh food.
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