Tonight, I made skate for dinner. And no, I don’t mean rollerskates. It’s a kind of fish. I’ve had it before at restaurants, and a local store had it on sale for $2.99/pound, so I figured it would be a fun thing to try out and make for my husband and the wee ones.
As I was investigating this fish and what to do with it, I learned a few thing. First, I learned what skate is a pseudonym for. Second, I learned that it is 99% of the time cooked in a butter sauce of some sort, which doesn’t work if Little Miss is going to eat dinner. Third, I learned that this fish turns fast. It starts smelling of ammonia and is then inedible.
The good news is that everyone liked it — Little Miss especially loved it after I squeezed some lime of her portion. And yes, I promise the recipe will come this week for Tasty Tuesday. Unfortunately, there are no pictures. We were starved. It cooked, it went onto plates, and it was devoured. I figured showing the remaining bones wasn’t going to sell it.
So tonight, my husband looked suspiciously at the fish on his plate and asked what it really was.
Me: I’ll tell you after we’re done eating.
Him: No, really, what is it?
Me: Mister Man, if I tell you what this fish is, are you going to keep eating it?
Mister Man: (enthusiastically)Yep!
Me: Ok…. It’s S-T-I-N-G R-A-Y.
Husband: Ahhhh… and nodding sagely
I also hear a fork clattering onto the floor.
Mister Man: YOU’RE FEEDING ME STRING RAY?!
Oops. I guess we can’t spell things out in front of him anymore. Crap.