Yesterday, my brother woke me up at 2:00 PM. However, I was already awake, thinking about my recent email to the editor of my manuscript, SWARM: Home Sweet Home, the last book in the SWARM series. I had sent it to her earlier that morning, around 10:00 AM, and I had reminded her at around 3:00 AM. She was working on a different project at that time, so she asked me to hold on a bit and offered me a customer upgrade because of the manuscript's length. My book is over 30,000 words, which is more than the gig I had selected for the service. I said okay and thanked her. Standard editing will take her about a week. That package will include structural editing, proofreading, and consistency of voice and tone.
Regarding line editing, she prefers me not to go there because that part is pretty much done on my side. It might only make her slow down, figuring out how to arrange better lines. Nevertheless, proofreading and my weakness in tenses, where I tend to drift, are where I needed help most. Anyway, I like that she doesn't even mention how effortless it is for her to fix that. I still can't get it off my mind: how tenses were a massive issue for that one editor, so much so that the project was canceled. But I don't regret meeting him online. He was kind of grumpy-looking, but I gave it a try to work with him. To make a long story short, I'll probably never go back because I suspect there's something else going on. He might think I'm the anti-Christ and not a messenger from some religious relics. Just kidding, that's a moronic thing that's been my shadow for a while, especially when potential reptilians seem to remind me of it.
Additionally, one of the reasons I keep going back to my current editor is that her price is perfect for my budget as a security guard. I am glad I found her. The possible connection between her being in England and me in Silicon Valley is Fiverr.
My brother woke me up at 2 p.m. because I had forgotten that he is on a new diet routine that requires him not to eat after 6 p.m. I promised him that I would cook him some fish on my off day, as fish is a part of his diet. I also enjoy the pescatarian diet, although I still eat other foods like beef hot dogs. I am trying to eat more fish and vegetables, and my brother is trying to cut down on rice. I think our love of fish and vegetables may be due to our Mediterranean roots from our mother's side.
I went to Lion Asian Market today to get my weekly groceries. It's not a grocery-to-stock pile for the post-apocalypse but just for this off day of mine to cook some fish. Before that, I also went to Safeway to complete the ingredients and why not just a little bit for the apocalypse, which is Nathan's hotdogs, hotdog buns, and Ginger Ale with no sugar to make up with my sister-in-law for drinking all her sodas into extinction from the fridge. It's the global warming that made me do it.
I have been going to this place since the 1980s, and that goes back to when my family and I just arrived from the Philippines. Similarly, although most Filipinos don't necessarily consider themselves Asian, it is not until they learn Cantonese or Mandarin for work abroad in the neighboring mainland that they realize they are Asian. Thanks to the iPhone, the islands' location is in Asia of the Pacific, just a paddle away from China and Papua New Guinea, a mysterious African ancestry. Chinese are like Filipinos as well when communicating. It's funny how Sino-eyed Filipinos don't consider this as well because they do not speak Chinese or Japanese and do not realize Filipino dialects; it is an actual Pirate Pidgin from many diverse languages. Hispanic and Malayan roots give that type of division; however, the diet is identical, so we go to Lion Oriental Market.
Over time, we stopped going here often because Asian Markets grew, including Filipino-owned grocery markets—Seafood City, to name a few. And many more little ones that also function as catering businesses with small dining tables to serve. Today, I came here primarily because of some good reminiscence. My distant grandmother used to walk to this Asian market. The place is part of an Asian store plaza; however, the Chinese New Year celebration still gets attention for big festivities. It only needs repainting because most of its store names are fading out.
The fish price isn't bad too. Maybe the Asian mafia knew I was heading here and possibly gave me a bonus discount. Maybe they knew I was meant to be a journalist. I am just kidding, and this place needs more visits; some prices here are unbeatable. Forget about the outbreak that remains a conspiracy in most grocers.
So, the fish today will be similar to what I have seen on YouTube, and it is Caribbean, except I couldn't find a Red Snapper today. Instead, I got tree Stripe Bass and two large Tilapia.
Here are the veggies I will use as part of the ingredients: zucchini, yellow squash, green bell pepper, red onion, lemon, and rosemary. It's also a clever way to cook the fish in the oven or on a grill but covered so the fish doesn't get stuck and fall apart. Fish, as you know, is very delicate when grilling or baking. Frying and stewing fish is another level.
I am prepping rosemary and lemon inside the striped bass. They were then brushed with olive oil. You can also use honey or any other sweet sauce for baked or grilled fish.
I am prepping rosemary and lemon inside the tilapia, then brushed with olive oil.
Make sure to flip the fish if you cook it this way. Use your mobile phone's stopwatch for thirty minutes each for sides at 350 degrees. If you make it higher heat, you'll also have an excellent dark char on your fish for around 15 minutes for each side. Add pepper and salt on both sides. Also, drizzle with olive oil.
That came out pretty good. My brother and my sister-in-law loved it. Their kids, however, would instead stick with chicken for now.
Well, until next time. I might cook something else, like prime rib or something.
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