Nice eh, to eat like this, said the Missus just now - and, as ever, she was not wrong. The occasion was a perfectly routine Sunday evening spent in an encounter with a sea bass, divided in two, and cooked to perfection.
When I first saw people taking pictures of their grub, to post on-line I suppose, I was mightily puzzled at the apparent absurdity of this memorialising of the entirely ordinary. But now I get it. (Not that I'm going to post pictures of the fish we consumed just now, though I am tempted to do so.)