The night I cooked rice in a small hut, Toussaint cooked dried fish, which I found out is dried eel. We purchased three skewers of the little guys and they, of course, were tied to the back of the bike for easy transport. Once we arrived at the village, he washes them and boils then, adding ground up peanuts and onions to the pot. After a while of cooking, the dish is deemed to be ready and we plop the whole thing on the rice for a good dinner. It is super tasty and I do my best to avoid the heads because Mandaba had told me about the possibility of getting hurt with a hook, but it is difficult to see in the darkness. I really don’t know what part I eat, but a hook doesn’t become an issue, thankfully.