Eyes on the Fish

Hungry for ideas - a fish dish would help, an unhinged arm's length away, way over the Yangtze River, where, far from the nearest eyeball, drunken cormorants dive for silverplated carp. Alas, any old iron skillet will not fit this oily range, I will have to cowboy it, first, beans and baby powder to talcum my muffins while I break-in some roughhewn chaps, then to rodeo this coal-black cooker, as I lasso a China man, a wise angler who knows how to catch, the natural gas of an angry Puffer Fish.