I am cool with butchering animals now. I may be awful with a blade, but it does not bother me too much. I sliced around the head like I was shown and then started cutting alone the back bone. At this point, I am suppose to end up with a large slice of salmon once I cut along the back bone and then across the belly. We did this twice before, easy enough. Plus we have a new fillet knife. I sliced under the backbone, all the way across, but instead of nice pink meat greeting me, I was attacked by ooze! It looked like brains coming out of the fish and there was some unknown goo coming at me! I had no idea what I did wrong because I had no memory of mysterious substances leaking out the last time we did this! And I was alone and I have no phone to call for salmon help. So I texted my boyfriend since he was at work. Of course I realized that there were salmon eggs in there, not evil, possessed brains, but the entire scene was awful! The eggs covered all of the meat I needed and I was unsure what to do. I kind of spooned them out and tried to rinse the mystery goo away. I finished the filleting, did a poor job of it because I was so traumatized, and needed two garbage bags for the horror remains. It was a bloody, gross morning.
I received a text from my boyfriend. He said to feed the eggs to the dog, or we could have caviar. I do not think so. Our neighbor across the way said to spoon some salmon eggs on toast and eat it. Gross! I did feed the dog some eggs and spooned the rest into the trash with the rest of the carnage.
Despite this monstrosity of a cleaning, I tried again. I watched a video on a different way to fillet. It went a bit easier, since it was a boy fish and there was nothing oozing out except blood. I was doing so well until I had to put the head into the bag of horrors. So much carnage and blood everywhere, I could not stand it! I almost threw up from the bag of horrors. I put everything away and curled into a ball on the couch, rocking back and forth, unable to eat. Okay, that is not quiet true. I read my book and when my boyfriend came back for his lunch break, I told him that I quit when it comes to the salmon and he can clean the other four. He thinks I am being a tad dramatic over the egg incident. But it was so yucky. After he went back to work, the dog threw up all the eggs, so I had to clean that up. Almost threw up again. And later I found a solitary egg on the couch. I am being haunted by tiny pink balls. And no one understands my horror about the mystery ooze. I was just told to research salmon spawning and it would be x