Post by brigadier on May 31, 2014 18:01:17 GMT
My OH is a bit of a bargain hunter, well ok he is just plain tight! Yesterday he brought home two big fat sea bass reduced from 10.99 to 1.99 by Morrisons. Now their fish is generally good so I was quite pleased, I had a quick look at the package which said 'prepared' so I thought they would BBQ nicely or at least bake in the oven. Hubby looked at me dubiously and asked if he should fillet them but I said not to as they would be better on the bone.
Well tonight I got them out of the fridge and with horror saw the fishmonger had lied- these two had slipped through the net! They were intacto- from head to tail to scales and hadnt seen a shiny blade at all. I had to gut them!
Now I'm not terribly squeamish or anything but I don't do fish- when OH goes sea fishing Im delighted with his catches but send him off to the garage to do the dirty work. I just pale at the thought of handling the slimy flesh and the smell of the guts..... but OH was working and all the other parts of the meal were prepared.
So I set to the task- well what a mess, firstly I scaled them, missiles of fish flesh popped around the room, I dreaded the clean up, but then I speared the spiny dorsal fin with my thumb and my blood mixed with the flaying.
I took the scissors to the offending fins then taking the sharpest knife prepared to sink it into the belly, as it pierced the flesh a stink like the bottom of a decaying pit wafted around the room causing my boy (busily creating an igloo on Club Penguin) to say "Yeugh, what's that smell"
"Nothing Darling" I grimaced as I stabbed at the slimy dead thing, making the sink look like a battle field for Hannibal Lector V Blackbeard. It got worse as I hacked at the poor thing's head to sever it from its body as by now there was no way I could stare at that creatures' head whilst I ate it.
There is a satisfying moment as you try to separate the head from the body and you get the thrust of the blade as it fulfils its task- is that weird? Am I serial killer potential?
Finally I managed it, a bit of surreptitious trimming with the scissors around the flabby belly cut but I actually managed it! Then onto fish 2!
There's not much more I can add- I feel violated, I was an innocent fish eater, I can safely say there is no fish wife in my blood. I love fish but perhaps I love them too much!
Bon Appetit!
Well tonight I got them out of the fridge and with horror saw the fishmonger had lied- these two had slipped through the net! They were intacto- from head to tail to scales and hadnt seen a shiny blade at all. I had to gut them!
Now I'm not terribly squeamish or anything but I don't do fish- when OH goes sea fishing Im delighted with his catches but send him off to the garage to do the dirty work. I just pale at the thought of handling the slimy flesh and the smell of the guts..... but OH was working and all the other parts of the meal were prepared.
So I set to the task- well what a mess, firstly I scaled them, missiles of fish flesh popped around the room, I dreaded the clean up, but then I speared the spiny dorsal fin with my thumb and my blood mixed with the flaying.
I took the scissors to the offending fins then taking the sharpest knife prepared to sink it into the belly, as it pierced the flesh a stink like the bottom of a decaying pit wafted around the room causing my boy (busily creating an igloo on Club Penguin) to say "Yeugh, what's that smell"
"Nothing Darling" I grimaced as I stabbed at the slimy dead thing, making the sink look like a battle field for Hannibal Lector V Blackbeard. It got worse as I hacked at the poor thing's head to sever it from its body as by now there was no way I could stare at that creatures' head whilst I ate it.
There is a satisfying moment as you try to separate the head from the body and you get the thrust of the blade as it fulfils its task- is that weird? Am I serial killer potential?
Finally I managed it, a bit of surreptitious trimming with the scissors around the flabby belly cut but I actually managed it! Then onto fish 2!
There's not much more I can add- I feel violated, I was an innocent fish eater, I can safely say there is no fish wife in my blood. I love fish but perhaps I love them too much!
Bon Appetit!
for so much hard work we thank ye!!
But chicken guts are even worse ........ 
