Sharp stuff

When your boyfriend doesn’t eat fish or seafood, I guess it’s a little ironic to be working at the fish section of a grocery store. But, that’s the case. Brian, for some reason, doesn’t eat fish or seafood. And I mainly work at the fish section at the grocery store where I work extra. And believe me, it can be torture being at work, admiring this gorgeous counter filled to the rim with fresh seafood of all kinds, knowing we’re not having seafood for dinner this evening either. Once in a while I will buy something from there and whenever I eat out I tend to order fish, so I do get some, but it would have been very nice if we could enjoy it together. Poor thing, I’ve force fed him grilled salmon a couple of times. He obediently tried it and ate it, but didn’t enjoy it.

Anyhow, Normark has provided us with knives from Rapala and torches from Princeton Tech. As we were checking out their selection of knives I said to Brian “There’s no way I’m just going to watch you fish in every country, but not enjoy a single one of the ones you catch. Not now that I’ve actually learnt how to filé fish!” So here we go, I’m now equipped with a great filé knife and will enjoy freshly caught fish, cooked to perfection on a fire under the evening sky at camp. I’m going to eat it straight out of the pan with some butter and lemon and I’m gonna go mmmmmm. And he can just sit there with his steak.