Trout

It wasn't really what I needed today. Not after the traditional Thursday night in the pub, even with the bit of a lie in. So it was with a bit a groan that I remembered the three of these guys lying at the bottom of the fridge waiting to be filleted and brined in preparation for a short spell in the smoker.

Ronnie, the neighbour two doors along the street has been out and his run of luckless fishing ended so he appeared at the door yesterday holding his catch. He likes the pursuit but not the eating though he quite likes them smoked so he brings them here and for the three that he left he'll get one back. That and the occasional box of eggs, if there's spare.