If you know me well, you know I am a little hesitant to even cut raw chicken, so getting a live fish and watching it be caught and killed, (or walking out of the fish stand while it happened), having Shaun gut it at home, and then finding a way to bake it, was more than I was used to. Haha.
The Chinese are a lot more resourceful and eat all parts of the animal, so there were lots of 'extras' that we didn't need. Once we (by we, I mean Shaun, while Lindsey and I took pictures and watched and gawked) got it home, cleaned it all out and rinsed it...the fish kept moving! What the heck?! Even without a head, too!
After cooking it, the verdict is not too bad. I am not sure that it is necessarily something we will be doing all that often! These adventurous Tuesday nights will always make China memorable!
after reading this post: i am very glad i'm still an avid non-fish eater. thank you for reinforcing this Mollie.
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Dude...the eyeballs are a delicacy...I am sure you didn't let those go to waste! ;-)
ReplyDeleteMollie, I was really expecting something a lot worse than that fish. That looks like a very large trout. :) You should have seen the fish Rick and I had in Melbourne. It was very pink, with huge, huge eyes staring at us from the plate. Love reading your blogs. Keep them coming.
ReplyDeleteTime for another blog!!!
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