Here I sit broken-hearted π
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 π
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 π©π©π©
I thought I was going to puke π€’ I still might π€’
Bridget Jones, eat your heart out (it’ll taste nicer than this fish anyway)π
No, don’t laugh!!! This has literally ruined my entire home-alone evening π£
I’m absolutely gutted…
Unlike this crappy trout! π€£ππ€£ππ€£