Something Fishy

So, last year I made a resolution that I would learn how to fillet a fish. 

I didn't....kind of on purpose...  

So I remade the resolution this year.
I figure if I'm ever going to be any kind of cook, I need to learn such things. 

Typically you would skin a catfish, but with a little help from my husband and friends, I gave filleting a go...

I was enthusiastic, but a surprising sissy throughout the entire process. It was disgusting, and unbeknownst to me, catfish are tough as shit. 

Here is a little photo spread of the experience.

Stage One: Reluctance/Dread
(Check Out the Size of That Thing!)

Stage Two: Learning

Stage Two, Part II: Still Learning

Stage Three: Crying

Stage Four: Re-Learning

Stage Five: Crying Again

Stage Six: Re-learning. Again.

Stage Seven: Being Mocked

Stage Eight: Still Being Mocked...

Stage Nine: Stone Cold Fish Killer!

So I didn't do such a stellar job. 
In fact, I made quite a mess of that beast, but I did it nonetheless. 

I filleted my first fish. 

We fried it and it was delicious. 

Thank you!