7. Lay fish across a plastic bag so as not to have grossness on the kitchen counter.
8. Insert hand into a smaller plastic bag so as not to have to touch any grossness.
9. Select knife.
10. Turn fish over and prepare to cut.
11. Breathe a huge sigh of relief upon realizing Mr. Fishy has already been gutted.
12. Laugh hysterically at self for stressing out about this for the last two days.
13. Place Mr. Fishy in a baggy and back into refrigerator until time to prepare dinner.
14. Resume laughing at self.
Mr. Fishy did get cooked, and eaten. However, despite having already had the yuckiest part done for me, I was stressed the entire time I prepared dinner. I guess having him in his "whole" form was just too much for me. However, I pushed through and it was tasty!
Anyway, lessons learned here are:
I'm more of a filet kind of girl! My kids actually will eat fish! Woot! I do not wish to cook anything that still looks like an animal. Ick. I actually hate wasting food enough to push through and do it anyway. A one pound fish doesn't yield very much actual fish. Should have bought 2.
Not doing this again, but it was an interesting experience.
I am a mom to four boys. Eric (12, Mark (11), Zachary (8) and Benjamin (7) I am a new RN and venturing into the realm of nursing/career. I am excited to add this new element to the mix of what we juggle. I write because it's fun and therapeutic and most importantly to preserve these stories and memories that are my day to day life! Through the chaos I try to see the delight that are these 4 boys of mine.