Ugh. They're not all gems, are they? We bought salmon at the fish counter, and when I unwrapped it to prepare it, I felt bones in every piece. Lots of bones, fine as hair and a couple inches long. I spent maybe fifteen minutes pulling them free, which kind of tore up the fish, prepared and cooked as usual, and warned Mr. Maryn to the possibility of bones I'd missed.
And after that effort, there were indeed bones I'd missed and the damned fish was kind of flavorless and chewy. Worst part of the meal. Thank goodness Mr. Maryn made mashed potatoes (a treat, using up the cream from Christmas before its best-by date) and we had wine.
Maryn, who loves salmon
And after that effort, there were indeed bones I'd missed and the damned fish was kind of flavorless and chewy. Worst part of the meal. Thank goodness Mr. Maryn made mashed potatoes (a treat, using up the cream from Christmas before its best-by date) and we had wine.
Maryn, who loves salmon