Everywhere you look, in Kerala, there’s water. And water means fish. One of our home-cooked meals there had rice, vegetables and three kinds of fish at once.
On this last trip, I ordered karimeen at a few restaurants. It has a very unglamorous name in English, green chromide. Almost everyone else would order some good old tried and true oon on a silver platter.
Here’s some fish our aunt in Nilambur cooked for us on her fiery chimney.
I didn’t get any pictures this time around, but every trip, we look forward to the mathi man, who rides his bicycle past the house every morning with baskets full of freshly caught mathi. He rings a bell or makes a distinct vocal sound. Then he weighs out and distributes his goods and rides on to the next customer.