Last Wednesday a man named Moses brought a couple of buckets like this to my kitchen:
On its own this doesn’t really do justice to the size of these creatures, so for scale . . .
Underneath the snapper and grouper there was also an octopus, but most unfortunately my phone and a new operating system weren’t getting along on fish day and I found myself with a dead brick when I wanted to take a picture of the octopus.
So this is how things went down: I had heard from a number of people in the Embassy community that if we like fish (which we do) and we anticipated eating a lot of it (which we did), particularly since we don’t currently have a car, we might want to contact Moses. Moses has made a business for himself taking orders for fish/seafood, acquiring it at a nearby port, then bringing it straight to people’s homes to clean on-site.
We still have a month or so to wait before we get all of our things, so it seemed like the perfect time for Moses and his assistant to pay a visit to our as-yet-uncluttered kitchen. We placed our order – one grouper and one red snapper for us, one of each for a neighboring family, and an octopus (we miss the pulpo we ate frequently in Mexico), and Moses told me he’d be at our house “in the afternoon” the following day.
The following day I was spending the morning helping a friend (well, helping makes it sound like I was being really useful, so maybe keeping a friend company would be a better way to phrase it) who was receiving her household effects shipment when I received a call from Moses that he was at our compound gate. It was about 11:50am. I have to admit that when Moses told me in the afternoon, I was expecting mid- to possibly late afternoon. So I found myself in a bit of a panic. My friend’s house is within easy walking distance of our house, but I felt badly about leaving Moses waiting the 10 to 15 minutes it would take for me to get home. Our first idea was that I could ride one of the bikes my friend had just unpacked, but the tires were deflated and the handlebars not aligned. Maybe a cab? Cabs are definitely easy to find and inexpensive. But then Simon, an all-around helpful guy my friend had hired to help her unpack, offered to take me home on his motorcycle. It was an awesome day of firsts for me – first-ever motorcycle ride to come home and observe my first-ever home fish delivery and cleaning. It was a great way to get home quickly and I’m very grateful to Simon for his quick thinking and helpful nature, but I’ll stick to a bicycle in the future.
Once home I opened up our back kitchen door so they didn’t have to cart the fish buckets through our living room, let the neighbor know we were ready to get started, and the fun began. First the fish was weighed. Each snapper was in the vicinity of 10 kilos (22 pounds). The “small” grouper was 12 kilos and the larger one was 14.5. These are fish of an altogether different scale from what we catch at the pond in Oklahoma. Somehow the 3- or 4-pound bass I had been so proud of over home leave doesn’t seem so big anymore. The octopus was weighed last and it weighed in at eight kilos. We had wanted a lot of fish and we got it.
Once everything was weighed, the cleaning began. Moses and his assistant had clearly done this a time or two before. Although I had cleared a vast area of counter space for them, they chose to work in the small area next the sink so they had easy access to the water for rinsing. The small space didn’t slow them down much. They beheaded, gutted, and filleted our neighbors’ fish, then ours, and the neighbor and I had our work cut out for us bagging the fillets quickly enough to keep up with them.
When the last octopus tentacle was bagged and labeled and stowed the men had been in our kitchen for only about an hour. Moses told me he had provided fish not only for people within the U.S. Embassy community, but the British High Commission, the Japanese Embassy, and various Ghanaian dignitaries. He’s been buying and selling fish for over forty years, he said, and spends so much time around fish that he doesn’t care to eat it himself. I enjoyed talking with him. This picture really captures his amiable nature, I think:
As I’ve noted before, picture-taking isn’t always welcome here, but we did ask Moses and his helper permission to photograph them. That’s actually when he told us about his far-ranging client base: he’s done business in so many different places, often among curious foreigners, that he’s often been photographed and it doesn’t bother him.
That evening we had pan-fried grouper. I also cooked the grouper roe, which Moses had told me was edible as well (I looked up how to cook fish roe and found that pan-frying would work fine for that as well). I was the only one in the family who wanted to try the roe, but I’m telling you – the others are missing out. It was delicious.
Last night I made fish stock with some of the bones and then made a fish and octopus risotto. A pretty tasty Sunday dinner, and all the better for having seen the fish arrive at our back door just a few days before.