I adore this picture for two reasons, the first being that I'm wearing a shirt with a pig's head on it and the word "gluttony" underneath. There are so many situations when I feel like just having this shirt on makes everything more funny. Second, my hand. In school, my teacher would constantly remark and tease me about my veiny bony hands which I secretly relished. As a child I spent numerous weekends with my grandmother and my favorite part of her was her hands...I used to pray that someday I would get those same features; the thick, calloused skin and rope-like veins winding their way around the surface, over and under bones like tree roots. I love my hands because they look as strong as they are and they help me to complete such a wide array of tasks. They look more like my grandmother's with each passing year and it's one of the many little things that makes getting older so rewarding.
The first cut. Fish skin is pretty fun to work with if you can stomach the smell. It;s touch and basically impossible to accidentally rip or tear, so you can get as rough as you want.
Apparently it was spawning season and this fish was just LINED with roe! The Salmon just stop eating in the last weeks of their lives so their stomachs will shrink to make room for the eggs. That is true dedication to procreation.
We saved the eggs, of course. For caviar cat food. Did I say cat food? I meant, never mind, it's classified. But that's a LOT of eggs.
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