So the house is reeking of vinegar just now. Remember that cookbook I mentioned previously? Yeah, the one with the garam masala recipe in it. Well, turns out it also has a recipe for pickled fish. There is only one person in this house who eats pickled fish, and wouldn't you know it -- he decided that he just had to have some.
We had a bag of pan fish in the freezer that I've been meaning to fry up for some time. Lucky little fishies -- they got picked for the experiment. The old man has Mondays off, so he got it started with the thawing and the brining.
And then I took over. As a result, the house smells like vinegar, and I've got a plastic pail full of fish, lemons, and onions waiting for their new bath. They still have their tails and fins on. Yuck!
If this isn't love, I ask you: what is?