One of our favourite stalls sells barbequed fish. The vendors allow us to practice our rather tragic Thai language skills, and the fish has a charred, crispy skin hiding succulent white flesh and is scented with lemongrass. We wasted five full months before we visited the stall, worried about the origins of our would-be meal, but eventually we bit the bullet and bought a fish. The salt-rubbed skin, the tender smoked flesh, and the lemongrass stuffing all combined to create a sublime taste experience. Why did we wait so long…