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				<title>Good Thing There’s Sauce: How to Butcher and Cook Whole Fish</title>
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				<description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&#34;https://crystal.kitchen/wp-content/uploads/2014/02/2014-02-181.jpg&#34;&gt;&lt;img src=&#34;https://crystal.kitchen/wp-content/uploads/2014/02/2014-02-181.jpg&#34; alt=&#34;Striped Bass&#34;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&#xA;&lt;p&gt;Dear readers, I have a confession to make: while I work in the seafood industry and am an avid seafood lover, I have never filleted a fish. It’s not for a lack of opportunity per se. The thing is, I was raised in an Asian family where the policy on fish was, “If you can’t pick out the bones, then you don’t deserve to eat.” So we cleaved our fish into large steaks or steamed it whole, with a splash of soy sauce over a shower of ginger and scallion strips. It was simple and satisfying, no need to get fancy.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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				<title>Gone Fishing on Lake Trasimeno</title>
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				<pubDate>Tue, 23 Nov 2010 08:08:38 -0500</pubDate>
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				<description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&#34;https://crystal.kitchen/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/img_6600.jpg&#34;&gt;&lt;img src=&#34;https://crystal.kitchen/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/img_6600.jpg&#34; alt=&#34;&#34; title=&#34;IMG_6600&#34;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&#xA;&lt;p&gt;A bone-chilling wind whistled across the water, as I huddled on a boat with fingers tucked into my armpits. We were sailing across &lt;a href=&#34;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lake_Trasimeno&#34;&gt;Lake Trasimeno&lt;/a&gt;, the second largest body of freshwater in Italy. Aurelio, our captain and president of the local &lt;a href=&#34;http://www.pescatorideltrasimeno.com/&#34;&gt;Trasimeno fishermen’s cooperative&lt;/a&gt;, explained that the maximum depth of the lake was about 5 m, and the area we were currently in was only 1,8-2 m deep. Moreover, this is an endorheic body of water, a lake with no natural outlets that is entirely rain-fed. Essentially, we were rocking our way across a giant puddle.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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