Fire in the Hole!

I was given a huge whole trout this week by my Dad. I go through the unpleasant task of gutting it, removing the head, filleting it etc when M-I-L comes along and lays claim to the tail end of one of the fillets (because she likes "a nice piece of lightly steamed fresh fish").

Anyway, instead of steaming it she decided to stick it on a plate, cover it with cling film, and microwave it. With her up to the minute, in-depth knowledge of how these new fangled appliances work she decided that it needed about 15 minutes on full power.

Ten minutes in, the smoke signals began to send out the warning message that all was not well. The fish was, to put it mildly, well done; having the appearance, and consistency, of a charcoal briquette.

The cling film which was supposed to aid in the process of turning the raw trout into "a nice piece of lightly steamed fresh fish" had melted and was now bonding at a molecular level with the plate due to the intense heat generated by the vapourising fish oil.

Her response? Shock and awe maybe? Distress perhaps? No, she just nicked the tail end of the other fillet and set out to cook it on a much less ambitious timer setting.

I am still trying to chisel the last of the cling film and burnt fish from the plate!