Last summer, Yoav and I went fishing in Maine. We were out for a couple of hours, and though we didnt catch anything we could eat, we found the trip to be pretty gentle (no sea sickness) and very hands on.
This trip was a little different!..
The boat was set up for trawling and it never stopped! The only time they killed the engine was on the 2 occasions that we caught something. Thankfully we caught 2 fish so Elinoa & Yoav each had a turn reeling a fish in (unfortunately, they werent the same size so things still werent entirely equal)
Millie didnt get a look in on the reeling in of the fish as she was too busy throwing up. She wasnt alone for long, and soon James joined her in her misery.
We cut the trip short by an hour and headed back to shore with our 2 fish (Tuna & Bonito - both amazingly kosher) to find M&J some new t-shirts. Its times like that you are glad you dont speak the language so you cant hear everyone at the dock laughing at how pathetic we were for coming back on hour early covered in vomit.
Back at the hotel, we googled 'how to gut a fish' and James watched an instructional video on Youtube. Then we googled 'how to slice a fish with a really pathetic blunt knife' and James did the best he could. How he didnt throw up doing this, is a mystery to me....
Our final google search was for 'how to cook whatever bits of tuna fish we managed to salvage from the blunt knife fish slicing fiasco'.
We had a delicious supper of tuna fish risotto (Yoav took a photo) and although it was really tasty, I dont really love this whole 'catch the fish/kill the fish/gut the fish/cook the fish/eat the fish' process in such a short space of time. Made me feel way too guilty.
After supper, we set off for the beach, where I tortured the kids with more photos
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