Oh goodness

This evening after bathing and preparing to shut down the house for the eve, the blond fox asked if I would mind taking out this evenings leftover fish from the oven and put it in the fridge. Unfortunately, I happily agreed. I reached in the oven retrieving what initially felt like a solid piece of fish wrapped in foil on a cookie sheet. However, once I removed the item fully from the oven, fish jizz proceeded to pour from the aluminum foil all over the wood floor in the kitchen and all over my freshly bathed toes. And as a single profanity boomed from my vocal chords, echoing through the house, I of course had to ask the blond fox why he cooked the fish in a swimming pool of some unidentifiable liquid. Salad dressing and olive oil it turned out to be.

And now despite a second toe washing and sanitizing of my kitchen floor, my kitchen smells of fish and there is a piece of fish wrapped in foil that I know with 99.9% certainty will be trashed, untouched and uneaten by the end of the week, but at least this little bedtime snafu provided me with some bedtime blog fodder.

Tip of the Day: If you are not responsible for cooking it, don't assume you know how to handle it.