At one point, Malia, the main character, cooks a meal of pecan-crusted trout served in what essentially amounts to a tomatillo sauce. I first had pecan-crusted trout when I was living in Florida. The crust was nutty and crunchy, and the fish was flaky and mild in flavor. It wasn't served with a tomatillo sauce, but most folks in Florida stray away from spicy food. At any rate, I'd like to share a recipe for pecan-crusted trout with you. Fair warning, I'm not good at measuring things unless I'm baking, so the measurements I provide here are estimates.
1 white onion, quartered
If you try this, let me know what you think! And now that I've made myself hungry, I see a trip to the grocery store coming up in my future.
Like all Taakwa, Malia fears the fierce winged creatures known as Jeguduns who live in the cliffs surrounding her valley. When the river dries up and Malia is forced to scavenge farther from the village than normal, she discovers a Jegudun, injured and in need of help.
Malia’s existence — her status as clan mother in training, her marriage, her very life in the village — is threatened by her choice to befriend the Jegudun. But she’s the only Taakwa who knows the truth: that the threat to her people is much bigger and much more malicious than the Jeguduns who’ve lived alongside them for decades. Lurking on the edge of the valley is an Outsider army seeking to plunder and destroy the Taakwa, and it’s only a matter of time before the Outsiders find a way through the magic that protects the valley — a magic that can only be created by Taakwa and Jeguduns working together.
Now Malia is in a race against time. She must warn the Jeguduns that the Taakwa march against them and somehow convince the Taakwa that their real enemy isn’t who they think it is before the Outsiders find a way into the valley and destroy everything she holds dear.