It's such great weather everyone said. Go outside, get an Easter tan and rosy cheeks! Now I look like Rudolph the red nosed reindeer.

Peeling fish

The world's laziest fucking farmer does not have the patience to go fishing. Happily, my mother does.
Today my mother have been ice fishing and brought home some perch. Not exactly my favourite fish, but fresh fish is fresh fish.

Unlike nice fishies like trout, who got skin that you can fry into crispy deliciousness, perch got nasty thick skin. No point in frying that, so it's time to peel 'em.

Start with making a cut along each side of the dorsal fins.

Then rip off the dorsal fins, starting from behind. Shoo away any cats that might have turned up at this point, the dorsal fins have stingers. Not good for kitty, throw them in the compost. The fins that is, not the cats.

This done, you can start loosening the skin from the fish, working down each side. At this point I briefly wondered if I should have saved the skins and cured them, waste not want not, but I couldn't think of anything to use tiny perch fish-hides to so that will have to be an experiment saved for another time.

Is it a banana?
 Is it an orange?
 No. it's a perch!

When the skin is loose, it's time to start peeling!

Again, starting from the back, the guts should come off with the skin. And the head. Weird things fishies. 

Then you can just clean out the blood and stuff as usual, put them on a plate, put on salt and pepper, write a blogpost about your fishy adventures, come to terms with the fact that your hands -and now also your computer- have a fishy smell and fry them in the pan for dinner. Or perhaps make a ryebread-and-perch-sandwich (remember to get rid of the bones, otherwise it will be surprise-ryebread-and-perch-sandwich) Nom.

More energy -here and now!

The house I live in is an endless treasure trove. A.k.a. it's full of junk and general stuff in total chaos so I never know what might turn up when looking for something else. Okai, strictly speaking  it wasn't me who found this one. It was my mother who found it lying about in a box of books. It seems to contain some kind of tablets that promise more energy. What fun! And I have been feeling a bit tired and lazy lately. Okai, lazy is a permanent trait, but spring is in the air and I expect that the amount of stuff that needs to be done isn't exactly going to lessen from now on.

But obviously I'm not the kind of person who just try out mysterious tablets found lying about the house, so let's see what I know about them:

• They are from Sweden. Our brethren to the east. Surely a sign of quality.
• They are called "Chisandra Adaptogen". A reassuring name, it's immediately unrecognizable and something ending in -gen must be healthy.
• They contain Chisandra fruits, or rather some extract called "schisandrine". Which kinda rhymes with "caffeine".
• It also contains Russian roots. I guess there is only one kind of root in Russia.
• Shouldn't be used by children, pregnant women or people who breastfeed. Nothing fun ever should.
• It's coated with shellac. I know shellac is used as a wood finnish, but I guess it have other uses too.
• Have been used by peoples of the East as a an invigorating substance, I assume that "peoples of the East" means Swedes and Russians.
• The combination of the two substances it contain is particularly effective. This makes sense.
• It was on sale almost ten years ago.
• The tablets look like brown-somethings. Lumpy brown somethings. Brown means natural, natural means it can't harm me.

I went to bed with sensible intentions of getting up with the sun tomorrow. I was just going to listen to a couple of songs first to lull me to sleep. But this gave me an idea: wouldn't it be swell to make a playlist with songs that can lull me to sleep? A ready made little collection that would save me precious time previously used searching for suitable lullabies?
 It was a great plan. I immediately started browsing the music on my computer for suitable songs. I only have about 111GB of digitalized music, and a mind as easily distracted as a small child. What could possibly go wrong?
Now it's half past three in the morning and I'm listening to

Icelandic new-wave.

......and Scottish salsa

.....and Ukranian ska-punk

...and Peruvian heavy metal

I guess I might as well start making a morning-coffee compilation. It does not really matter when, or if, I go to sleep. The animals will still want their food in the morning.