What was your worst cooking experience?
Many years ago I bought a fish.
It was a perfectly fine, fishy looking fish, a bonito.
It looked just like a fish you'd draw, except that it was very round and solid.
I didn't think it looked all that big when I bought it, so I got the whole fish.
I hadn't ever bought a whole fish before, so the fact that it was like five or six pounds didn't bother me.
("Is that a lot of fish?")
I roasted it for dinner, and it looked like a perfectly okay roasted fish.
What I didn't know (then) was that bonito is a very heavy, greasy fish — like tuna (which I also just don't like).
It was like one bite and just no thank you.
So salad and mashed potatoes for dinner. Okay.
But there we were with what was at least five pounds of inedible fish.
What a dilemma.
Well, we did have four cats….
And they had no problem at all with bonito.
We just chopped it into bits and let the games begin.
Kitties thought we had run mad, but weren't complaining.
It was actually sort-of cool.
They pretty much finished it all off.
They were all sleek skinny little tuxedo kitties, but when they finished their bellies bulged.
And they slept for about twenty hours straight.
So anyway, the answer seems to be a bit over a pound apiece.