Disaster from my kitchen - Care to take a guess?
So, here comes the story about the fish. We went to a chinese store over the weekend with the single purpose of buying fresh unfrozen fish. We have been planning for a couple of months and the plan finally materialized. It was such a huge store. Took us a few minutes to find seafood section. There was such a wide variety of fish. I did not know most of them. The only two kinds I am familiar with are cat fish and tilapia. I looked and looked but was not brave enough to buy any other kind. Tilapia it was going to be. I aksed the guy at the counter about fifteen times, if he would clean it and make it ready to cook and he kept saying "yes ofcourse, it’s a service we provide FREE OF COST". I picked one and he said it would be a 10 minute wait. The store being so huge and with so many kinds of veggies, calling me to inspect them, I could not wait there for 10 minutes. So told him I will be back to pick it up. According to my husband, bought quite a lot of stuff in 10 minutes :):):). Went back to the counter and the guy had neatly packed fish ready for us. Both of us were majorly thrilled with the purchase and went home, thinking and talking about the delicious dinner we were going to have. Hot rice and tangy fish pulusu. My mouth is watering as I type the word "fish pulusu" We go home. I put away everything else. Soaked tamarind. Cut onions and did all the prep work. I opened the packet and literally SCREAMED, Scaring Madhu and Sahithi. They thought I hurt myself in the kitchen. But alas, it was the content of the package. There were four HUGE pieces of fish. All the cleaning that had been done was to remove the scales and it had been chopped in 4 HUGE pieces, bones and all. I don’t know how the guy at the counter could call It ready to cook. There was no way I was going to do anything, I mean ANYTHING with those. The task fell upon Madhu. After two hours which included a lot of yelling and screaming, he declared he did his best to make it "cooking worthy". What I had on hand to work with was a mushy mass with some tiny pieces seen here and there. After all the work he did, I did not have the heart to say "No, I won't cook it". And the mushy mass you see in the picture was the end result. What a sad end to all the plans. And the craving for fish pulusu has magnifed many folds after this debacle.