“A trick Dunwood taught me on the peninsula. The seaweed imparts salt, flavor, and steam, which allows the fish to cook more evenly.” “Very clever.” He slid his gaze her way. “How does a sailor not know that?” “We travel with kitchens and fire,” she said. “And I’m not sure Cook would approve of seaweed-roasted fish.” Gods knew Mrs. Eaves wouldn’t.
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