It was a successful day, though not as successful as they had hoped. Only four trout caught - two each, though, so at least they were even.
Still - no matter that it was only four - it was still FOUR! and made for a good lunch. Bill got the Weber going and soaked some wood chips. He just drizzled the fish with olive oil and sprinkled salt and pepper on them. With a side of jasmine rice....delicious.
If you go here, you can take a look at some of the images from that day, once Bill and John returned home.
Both my kids love seafood, and Julia was not particularly happy when Bill put a whole smoked trout on Alex's plate and just picked some of the tail meat (which has the fewest bones) off and put it on her plate.
"I want one like Alex!" Julia pouted. So I peeled the head, spine, and tail off the meat on my plate and gave it to her. And that was enough.
She paid no attention to the flesh Bill had already put on her plate. It was more fun to explore the remains.
(Beth, if you're reading this, you might want to stop now...I don't think you'll be pleased with what's coming next.)
If you notice in the photos taken after the fish were cooked, you can see that the eyes...well...they cook into little white balls and pop out and sit atop the rest of the eye area. Sorry - but they do.
And...Julia ate the eyes. At least two of them. And then she took the remaining bit of goop from the eye socket and smushed it around between her fingers and asked if she could eat that too.
And there you have it. My daughter ate fish eyes. Happily. And with gusto. Of course, in plenty of other cultures the fish eyes are delicacies. So...she is just...culturally advanced.
Alex just went for the flesh, and he was very good at picking it apart to get out the tiny little bones that run through most of the flesh along the rib cage. He ate about half of his fish and mostly all of the rice.
No eyes for him, though.
