Yes, you read that right. Fish teeth.
People say that there’s a first time for everything. I’m learning that living in Africa provides many opportunities to check off a list of “firsts.” And this past Tuesday I ate a carnivorous fish. You see, my landlady cooks meals for me, and she often gives me a taste of Senegal’s limited (yet varied) dishes. Usually my dinner is already in my room by the time I get home from work, but Tuesday I didn’t have anywhere to go so I was around when she brought the meal up. It smelled delicious – grilled fish is always good – but I was quite surprised when I saw not only six whole fish staring up at me from the plate, but all of them had a mouthful of dozens of sharp teeth.