During the March break my dad went to a beautiful country called Florida and came back with some fish to cook named hassa. He said he was making hassa curry a wonderful dish of food from Guyana where he was born. When I first saw the hassa, I noticed were enormous compared to the last time. I had them I had already tasted the amazing dish before but that was six or seven long years ago. Knowing that I would have this dish again I was as happy as a kid at a candy store. The next day after my dad had seasoned up the delicious fish he started cooking and the food immediately stated smelling good. The hassa smelled as good as a warm bright summer day, one of those days that you would go bike riding. It good even better a couple hours later when we were eating dinner. The food was rich, tasty, and mouth-watering and the fact that it was curried made it all better. The bones were fine and tiny so I was painfully poked on my tongue multiple times. My brother and I had a race to see who could remove the scales on their fish faster, the winner getting the other hassa. I moved vigorously and happily celebrated at my victory as I got his hassa. Although it was tedious and annoying to remove all of the bones the flavourful meat was worth it. My favourite part and arguably the second best part was when my dad said after dinner he was getting more of that delicious fish from a friend. Overall I think that being able to just see the magnificent fish brightened my mood. I really hope that fish runs over here as fast as it can because I am as hungry as a lion.
By: Sean D
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