A couple weeks ago, Christopher came home with this amazingly fat whitefish. It was hard to believe that a fish with a mouth that tiny could have a belly that big. Once we got the roe out we understood a little better. Grandma May made sure to tell us that we better not eat all that roe by ourselves. So, we took this sweet little fish to a bonefire party where it occupied an entire bbq all by itself. First Chris scaled it, then I harvested some of our garden's last herbs, stuffed them in the belly of said fish. Popped the fish onto a couple of leftover bits of cedar plank from a construction project and cooked it to perfection. The smokey cedar along with the herbs and fat in the fish made for finger licking good fish. 
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