I was taking the Fonz out for a stroll when my neighbor motioned me over. (The neighbor is Kiko's Dad. Kiko is the dog and he's the only name we remember.) Anyway, he asks me if I like fish- the Dad, of course. Sure, I like fish- I am thinking he's making strange small talk- or perhaps, yet again, I didn't understand the question. He gives me the "one minute" sign and turns and jogs into his garage. Over the gate, he hands me this.....
Grazie- I mumble while forcing an appreciative smile. I had mixed feelings when I looked down and saw the slimy fish in their plastic strainer...their gaze fixed on the sky, gelatinous eyes glistening in the sun. Time to stop sharing baked goods with the neighbors!
I really like living in the country. I even like country music, but I was not raised country....and I was a bit shocked by the fish. Quickly I began hoping the vital organs had been removed. They had, thank goodness.
I couldn't control my giggling as I showed these to my MIL (Mother-in-Law). It was awesome that she was here to experience this herself. When I tell stories on the blog, it might be hard to imagine- she got to experience some zaniness herself!
Miss H wanted to touch the eyes. She chickened out in the end and just touched the scales. Miss Z gave the whole thing a good, sound, "No!"
What can you do......we started planning dinner around the fish. It was very kind of my neighbor to share his catch with us and we really didn't want it to go to waste. (Secretly, I was hoping the fish weren't from the ditch down the street....I mean there is a sign posted that no fishing is allowed, but we all know how the Italians are with the rules.)
My Man suggested we stuff the fish and then disappeared upstairs to let my MIL and I flounder (ha ha) around trying to come up with something. We decided to throw together several ideas to make a stuffing. She might remember the ingredients.....I do not.
As it turns out, I am not a fan of smushy stuffing, but the real Italians (My Man and his Mum) thought it was great. The fish was very good, not too strong.
Maybe we'll just eat all the cookies next time...... : )
Grazie- I mumble while forcing an appreciative smile. I had mixed feelings when I looked down and saw the slimy fish in their plastic strainer...their gaze fixed on the sky, gelatinous eyes glistening in the sun. Time to stop sharing baked goods with the neighbors!
I really like living in the country. I even like country music, but I was not raised country....and I was a bit shocked by the fish. Quickly I began hoping the vital organs had been removed. They had, thank goodness.
I couldn't control my giggling as I showed these to my MIL (Mother-in-Law). It was awesome that she was here to experience this herself. When I tell stories on the blog, it might be hard to imagine- she got to experience some zaniness herself!
Miss H wanted to touch the eyes. She chickened out in the end and just touched the scales. Miss Z gave the whole thing a good, sound, "No!"
What can you do......we started planning dinner around the fish. It was very kind of my neighbor to share his catch with us and we really didn't want it to go to waste. (Secretly, I was hoping the fish weren't from the ditch down the street....I mean there is a sign posted that no fishing is allowed, but we all know how the Italians are with the rules.) My Man suggested we stuff the fish and then disappeared upstairs to let my MIL and I flounder (ha ha) around trying to come up with something. We decided to throw together several ideas to make a stuffing. She might remember the ingredients.....I do not.
As it turns out, I am not a fan of smushy stuffing, but the real Italians (My Man and his Mum) thought it was great. The fish was very good, not too strong.Maybe we'll just eat all the cookies next time...... : )
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