Just when I thought I had nothing to write about our neighbor left us a cooler full of freshly caught fish. He found a new fishing spot that has been very fruitful. I think these are trout.

My mother would have just gotten in here and manhandled these without qualms. I am not my mother’s daughter regarding this. I don’t know how to clean and dress fish for cooking. Luckily Hubby loves to fish and even has a filet knife to do the job. I scoot around him and the fish entrails in the kitchen trying to get the “ooh, icky” grimace off my face. At one point I ask if what he was doing was the proper thing to do and he replies “Do you want me to do this?” with that “stop being a kitchen bully” tone of voice! Okay, yes, I want him to do this beheading and gutting, absolutely!

Meanwhile I fix a bit of couscous and mixed vegetable. He decides to cook the fish on the grill so I go to the camping trailer to retrieve a foil grill pan for him to use. Once this is used it can be thrown away. Usually I do not use disposable pans but this is fish whose head and guts have been just removed and were swimming around that very morning. I get a brief glimpse into what vegetarians might feel when they think about meat. Maybe. Probably not. My sense is one of ickiness, not of moral outrage. I am an omnivore and I don’t plan to change.

Now Hubby removes the skin and then the bones. This is a delicate process. He does a better job than I do. Even though I have to pull one or two tiny bones out of a few the forkfuls I have put in my mouth. Nice tasting fish and we did not season it at all.

Here Kitty waits for his bit of seafood! But this fish did not come out of the sea; is it still seafood? River food? Hmmm?