Throughout my long and somewhat bumpy career in the computer industry, I have had quite a few promises of a fish ( or crayfish or venison or whatever,) from grateful recipients of my largess (*modesty*).
This week is the first time that such a promise has ever turned into a reality, when a rainbow trout was brought over and left on the back step by the old fella across the road, for whom I quite frequently have to untangle Outlook Express.
After an initial, "What the hell do I do now?", I decided to ask Gordie at work (a real keen fisherman).
"How do you cook a Trout Gordie?"
"I give it to Colleen."
"Bugger. Can I borrow her for the evening?"
Well, after a lot of to-ing and fro-ing (including a 45 minute road trip ... you don't need to know!), Colleen attacked this trout in her kitchen with a sharp knife and a lot of skill.
Once it had gone through the smoker, a quick trip home followed, and it went down VERY NICELY INDEED, along with a bit of vege, some candles, a bottle of savignon blanc and a certain piano quintet playing in the background.
A big thank you to Colleen, to Gordie, and of course to Des, who caught the fish in the first place.
This lad is now well pleased ...