The trout of woe

Here I sit broken-hearted πŸ’”

With my husband and daughters away, I decided to treat myself to a fish counter whole rainbow trout with my online shopping which was delivered this morning.

I was really looking forward to cooking and eating this trout. I was really hungry too, after a ten mile walk.

I chose a recipe from Delia’s Fish book 🐟

I carefully lined a baking tray with foil and lovingly laid the whole fish on it. Brushed it with butter, dotted it with capers and a couple of thin slices of lemon. Seasoned it with salt and pepper, and baked it for 15 minutes.

Delicious! Or so I thought…

Meanwhile I prepared a lovely chopped salad.

When I served up this delicate fish and cut into it, the smell hit me straight away. “Oh they forgot to gut it” I realised. “I must be able to salvage something” I hoped. “I’ll leave those brown bits and just eat the big chunks of pink flesh”.

I carefully lifted the big chunks off from three bones and onto my plate, then tentatively ate a piece.

It literally tasted like shit πŸ’©πŸ’©πŸ’©

I thought I was going to puke 🀒 I still might 🀒

Bridget Jones, eat your heart out (it’ll taste nicer than this fish anyway)πŸ™ˆ

No, don’t laugh!!! This has literally ruined my entire home-alone evening 😣

I’m absolutely gutted…
Unlike this crappy trout! 🀣😭🀣😭🀣

Author: Charlie Hart

Late-diagnosed autistic working mum, attempting to write an amusing semi-autobiographical novel with a twist.

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