Lominsan anchovies─delicious! What you do is, pack 'em in a pot of salt for a few weeks, craven style─no head or guts, haha! Soak 'em, take out the bones, and pestle with butter and bread crumbs. And spices, of course! Two kinds of pepper, and I like a bit o' cinnamon, nutmeg, and ginger.
|1||Lominsan Anchovy||× 3|
|Soup to Guts|
People call Merlthor gobies a trash fish not fit for the pot. I say all that bottom-feeding gives 'em a nice, grounded flavor. They're mighty fine baked, and I've made some real nice goby stock, simmered in white wine with a touch o' garlic. Makes a beautiful risotto!
|1||Merlthor Goby||× 3|
|A Kelping Hand|
I had a dish of beans from a street stall the other day. Exquisite! Tender as honey in sachets of silk. The cook showed me how she boils them, with a strip of malm kelp among the bubbling beans. She said she learnt it from her mother, who was an adventurer from the eastern lands. Must try that!
|1||Malm Kelp||× 3|
|Poor Boys Eat Well|
Nothing beats finger shrimp for a wastrel's wedge. I like to season 'em with garlic and red spices before I deep-fry 'em. Buttermilk and millioncorn flour batter, of course. And I rub the wedges o' bread with a bit of lemon and mustard before piling on the shrimp and dill. Not too much o' the green!
|1||Finger Shrimp||× 3|
Ocean clouds are tricky things to cook. It's all about how mature they are. A fry can't take any real cooking, but pop a handful in a soup tureen and it makes all the fish and clams in there sing. And a plate of full-grown clouds deep-fried in tea oil? Like eating a summer day. Exquisite!
|5||Ocean Cloud||× 3|
|They Taste Just as Pretty|
Everybody knows what a coral butterfly looks like, but not many know the taste. First things first, cut all the stingers off. I like to keep it simple with this one, so people can appreciate the flavor─floured and fried, maybe with some nice string yams on the side.
|5||Coral Butterfly||× 3|
|Yummy in the Tummy|
Ahhh, sea cukes. You've had my pork belly and sea cukes, haven't you? Takes time and care, but simple enough. Most people forget to scrape out the cukes─that's bad. Make sure to boil the cukes and blanch the pork─separately, of course. Then you fry them together, and simmer in sauce. Delicious!
|5||Sea Cucumber||× 3|
|Splendor in the Glass|
I don't rest easy unless my pickle cellar's full; there's only a few dozen demijohns of herring left. Lampworkers' herring, we call it─cured in brine instead of salt, then layered with lemon and red onion slices and sealed with spiced wine vinegar. Very nice, you could eat it every day.
|5||Harbor Herring||× 3|
|Fish by Many Other Names|
Anything you see being sold as “bay trout” or “flatfish” in these parts is the Moraby flounder. Also, “La Noscean sole,” “summer dab,” “dock brill,” “cockeyed corsair,” and any number of other things. The fish of the people, you might say, and one that never lacks for demand.
|10||Moraby Flounder||× 3|
|Just Add Water|
Old women jest that tiger cod is like first love: better dried and salted than fresh. A great many things have been thus compared to the first tenderness of the heart, but surely this is one of the best─snowy flakes of delicate sea-flesh, merely awaiting a soak to come alive again.
|10||Tiger Cod||× 3|
Foods too rich for other palates are often those most sought out by the Qiqirn. Pebble crabs have unusually large brains─best not to reflect too deeply upon what that means─and the Qiqirn bite into them like ripe plums after supping heartily on the rest of the shellfish.
|10||Pebble Crab||× 3|
|The Fertile Incandescent|
The lands are lean near the sea, and every few seasons, custom calls for the fields to be feasted. Called “silvering the soil,” the field is covered in harbor herring through the night so that sunrise finds it too bright to look upon. The fish are plowed under by noon, and rich grows the soil.
|10||Harbor Herring||× 3|
|My Own Private Shell|
Ain't life funny? Here I am still on the beach, searchin' fer shells. I've got me a trade now, though, and 'tain't pretties I need today but oysters what taverns can stew up in great cauldrons, or serve fresh on th' shell with salt an' whisky. I surely wouldn't touch that, but I like me a stew!
|15||Rothlyt Oyster||× 3|
|The Deepest Cut|
Good eatin', razor clams, but they sure are sharp! I sliced me feet up something bad once. Didn't go home till the cut stopped bleedin' on account of I was afraid of a strappin'. But of course, Da beat me for bein' late with water for his stills. At least the clam didn't mean no harm.
|15||Razor Clam||× 3|
|The Moral of the Coral|
It sure is nice being able to help! Got me an order from a customer what runs a fancy store in town. They got crystal doorknobs, doesn't that just take the cake? She's real nice, always got a cuppa for me like I was a proper lady. She says everything fancy comes from somethin' plain.
|15||White Coral||× 3|
|Crab Life by the Horns|
I went by an alchemist's an' jus' introduced meself, asked him can I do you some nice oysters or somethin' like that? Bold as paint, though I tell ya, my knees were shakin' something fierce! An' he says he needs hisself helmet crabs. Can you believe it? I got me a new customer!
|15||Helmet Crab||× 3|
|Sounds Fishy to Me|
They keep fish as ornaments, did you know about this? It's absolutely mad, the habits of these Lominsans. Who wants that high stink in their home, is what I was thinking, and well, it turns out the fish are supposed to be alive. Well! I'm a hunter, not a trapper, thank you very much.
|The Long and the Shortcrust|
You know the only good fish to eat? Eels. I absolutely adore eel pie─it's as good as anything you'll find on land. The only thing wrong with them is that before they're chopped up and put in pies they look─yes, they do, they really do─like snakes. I'd much rather you caught them.
|20||Black Eel||× 3|
|Food Chain Reaction|
I thought a fish farm might be a good idea, but surprise, surprise, there was something I didn't know. The faerie bass I put in─the entire flock or lesson or whatever you call them─are eating the anchovies. I need you to just fish out the bass and not the other kind, the whatsits.
|20||Faerie Bass||× 3|
Can you believe the nerve, this goblin fisherman said I wouldn't be able to outfish him even if he were blindfolded! Well, I took the bet, of course! We Keepers of the Moon do not take insults lying down, especially if they're true! Since he won't be able to see a thing, you can prove him wrong.
|20||Dark Sleeper||× 3|