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While Cooking Salmon Sous Vide, I Consider the Futility of Courtship

In one smooth motion, I seal the filet

inside a plastic womb. The safest place.

I assume that this fish was male, but it’s

hard to say. Males have heavy jaws, big heads.

In mating season, fish heads swell. Protrude.

While males bulk up and redden, the females

turn green. I can’t make this up.…

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