Cooking with fish

So, I'm at home right now for the Easter holidays and finding the change in company a little jarring. But I do love my parents for all their weird eccentricities, as I'm sure we all do (for our own parents, not you loving mine, jeez.)

Anyway, I have only a few stolen moments of laptop time to open a brief window on my family life.


In preparation for my trip to Germany (which I am going to milk for upcoming blog posts...) I have spent the past hour or so practising with our Big Camera. There's not much scenery to take photographs of, so I've been wandering around my house, snapping various odds and ends. Then I remembered the fish.


The fish belong to my Dad; we bought them for his birthday last year and one of them went a little bit mental and ate most of the others, earning himself the murderous alias, Evil Knievel. Understandably my Dad is super protective of his last remaining pets.

I don't know whether he heard the clicking sound of the lens and thought it was the cocking of a gun, or saw the flash and thought I had lit a match to boil them alive. Who knows what goes through our minds as we rush to protect our loved ones? Just as I was taking the first shots, he burst through the door, screaming

DON'T FLASH THE FISH, YOU'LL COOK THEM!!!!!

Anyway, it amused me no end.

Here's the little blighter by the way, just to prove that you cannot heat up a fish and the water in its tank to boiling point and sustain the heat enough to cook it, using a camera flash.