I love it when we're grillin' together

One Saturday night we got our grill set up in the backyard (basically a small hole in the group with four cinder blocks balancing an old screen that we had found outside and bleached to clean) and grilled some fish that I bought on the way home from trying out Eric's new raft. (sidenote: the raft his parents sent him is shaped like a baseball glove, a surprisingly comfortable shape for a floating device!) As we were floating in the lagoon we saw a boat pull up to the shore and unload a white ice chest. On our walk home we saw, presumably, the same ice chest outside a store that one of my students works at. We bought four colorful, medium-sized, very fresh fish- one rainbow looking one, one silver one, and two black ones with very rough skin and orange tints on their fins and tail. I have become the resident expert on gutting/filleting fish, mostly since I think I'm the least squeamish and willing to get my hands dirty. I figured out that first you need to slice the belly carefully without damaging the intenstines in order to get all the nasty stuff out and leave a clean belly cavity. From there we just tossed the whole fish on the grill and let it go.