Saturday, 11 December 2010
The Man was at cricket and the end of the month is looming with it's accompanying freezer deficiencies.
Which all means I get to do this.
Scale and fillet fish.
...who caught her first Tigerfish at the age of 4...
...I suppose it's rather shameful that I don't really know how to do this.
I actually spent more than 13 minutes on the phone to my dad while he talked me through the procedure.
This was the result of my first attempt at filleting fish. It may actually be my last attempt. Clearly The Man is better at this than I am!
So I gave in and went outside and decided to try and scale them.
In hindsight, I should have given up the entire idea as a really bad job and squealed 'EW!' like the girl I am and run screaming from the scene.
But I'm stubborn.
So were the scales.
I did what my father advised me to do and got showered in scales.
I haven't looked in the mirror but I'm pretty sure there are some stuck to my cheekbones.
And I know they went down my shirt.
Just like I'm sure the smell on my fingers is NEVER going to go away!
I decided to stuff the fish with garlic, lemon slices and parsley.
And sprinkle everything liberally with salt.
After all that - let's hope this works!