So, Fratello Galle, in my ward, asked me if I liked fish. I answered that I loved fish. He said that he just went fishing, caught a lot of trout and would I like some. I said yes again, I would love some. He brought me the whole fish! Three large fish in fact.
When I brought them home I got the bread knife, the only knife I thought would do the job properly, and began to cut. First, the head came off. As soon as I did that, blood and guts poured out. Yuk! Then I cut the tail off. I proceeded to cut it in half length wise. The hardest thing was removing the scales. I then grilled it and it was so delicious! But, I probably will never do that again. Not with a bread knife anyway.
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