Just Couldn’t Do It!

Poor Thing

On my way to becoming a better cook, I find that I have to challenge myself. I don’t really eat fish, but I have to cook it to vary the chicken and beef that I eat. I still eat pork, but not as much as the oversized chicken legs in the country that is obviously pumped full of oestrogen, cos my boobs are getting bigger.

But my ex-house mate said she was going to the fishmarkets, and asked if I would split the bulk with her, and I ended up with a bunch of squid and fish that I wasn’t really into, and this poor fella.

I am fine with cooking things that are dead – but not when they arrive alive! I just couldn’t bring myself to kill the poor bastard by just chucking it into boiling water. So I left him in the sink to wait for it to die, and it freaken didn’t. So I put it in the fride in the frost tray, and it still was wriggling around. So I had to put it into the freezer, where after 10 minutes it stopped moving.

BTW – it wasn’t a guy, cos when I started to boil it, I noticed poached egg floating around – no wonder it didn’t want to die, it was protecting it’s eggs.