So I suspected it might be carp before I saw it, and it turned out to be a very big carp. Lauren’s brother was an artisanal potter, and she had the carp artfully laid out on one of his large serving platters and the head and tail hung over the ends. It was beautiful, really, but carp definitely belong in the “fishy” category. Smelling it was bad enough. Filleting was horrible. I got it done, mumbled some excuse, and left before I got sick, or, worse, they asked me to stay for dinner.