Gulai Asam Pedas satu!

I dissected a fish, for the sake of “Gulai Asam Pedas”.

Oh, the trauma!

Try to imagine; Mr. Fish looking at you with his dead pan eyes, lifeless on the chopping board with no form of resistance. For some unknown reason, I felt guilty just staring at the dead fish.

My mum gleefully told me the correct way to cut it. Rather reluctantly I proceeded with caution. Bugger’s head didn’t want to come out much to my frustrations. It just dangled there while the blood oozed out, making wonderful patterns on my shirt. In my head I kept on saying, “I’m so sorry” while hacking away at Mr. Fish.

Then came the gross part. I had to remove all forms of heart, lungs and whatnot.

Not only did I felt squeamish, I wanted to puke. Praise the Lord; I was never in the Science Stream during my school years. Gawd knows what horrors awaits when faced with frogs.

I did manage to make the “Asam Pedas”. After a while, Mr. Fish was beginning to look rather appetizing that all form of repentance into vegetarianism vanquish with a slurp of the wonderful brew.

Moral of the story: Always get the fish monger to do it for you.