Flathead is the fish I most closely associate with my childhood. It was what we most frequently caught during our May school holidays at Port Macquarie. They are one of those fish species with eyes on top of their heads rather than on the sides. They partly bury themselves in sand and wait for unsuspecting fish to swim by, then lunge up and swallow them in their gaping mouths. Of course, sometimes the hunted becomes the hunter and flathead find themselves being dragged out of the water by fish that seem to have superhuman powers. Next things they know, they are in a boat and a couple of hours later they are dinner. Thank you, Charles Darwin.
EPAZOTE-CRUSTED FLATHEAD WITH BLACK BEANS
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