I read that CindyS is considering what to do with freshly, eh, recently, caught fish.
Which reminds me of a butcher story. As I've said before, husband runs a high end, all-natural, mostly organic butcher shop. (Beef, pork, lamb, chicken, turkey, quail, goose, rabbit, and homemade sausages. $30.00 steaks. Very pricy stuff.)He got a call from a guy last week who said that he had a deer in the back of his truck. He asked if Butcher could portion the deer for him.
Husband says, "Yeah. Bring it over. I'll give you the saddle and make venison sausage for you out the rest." Hunter exclaims with glee. There aren't that many non-corporate butcher shops anymore--they all tend to be part of some supermarket or another--so it's been hard for this guy to find someone to help him with his deer.
Deer was cleaned, so that was a blessing, but it still had the skin and head on. (I will edit the part of the story which involves skinning the deer in the bed of the pickup and decapitating it.) Husband brings the deer into the shop and hangs it in the walk-in cooler to bring it to temperature and to age the meat. (Walk-in has a glass window to the aisle--kind of like those reach-in doors you pull your milk cartons out of at the grocery store. So from the side aisle you can see cuts of meat aging on racks, and usually there's a full lamb or a side of pork hanging hygenically in the window.) Tells the owner of the deer to come back the next day to check on the temperature, and he can help butcher portion the venison. Satisfied customer.
Now, husband's butcher shop is in a marketplace set-up. When you walk in, it looks like an all-natural grocery, but each station in the grocery, fish, wine, bakery, etc., are all their own independent businesses. The clerks in the all-natural grocery tend to be politically correct vegans, and they cannot seem to fathom why a butcher shop is in the marketplace. (Since the butcher shop opened everybody's profits have increased, so the owners are pleased to have him there, but the teenaged "principled" employees have been a royal pain. Apparently they have no problem with the whole fish being sold at the fish market, but beef roasts send them over the moon.)
Husband comes by the walk-in later in the day to find the manager of the cashiers talking to a customer. "That is just so disgusting. This guy has no class."
"Excuse me," says Husband. "Can I have a word with you?"
Manager blanched and mumbled something about having to get back to work. Husband says, "I thought that was what we were doing."
Apparently the owner of the grocery had some sort of sit down with her employees after this happened, but I mean, really. Are we all this immature?
As Maili would say, "Le Sigh."