Hm... these two and their whole smoked eel bodies were laughing at me in the kitchen at the Children´s home as I came in the dark of the not even yet started morning today.
As x-fishdealer my fillet skill has been trained trough lots of crates with flatfish, but the costly smooked eels were never given to my sharp knife for one or another reason.....
But today neither the French fish expert or the Agent 007-look alike chef was around, so this was my chance! I took a deep breath, called my sleeping mum just in case, and volá - no eels are longer laughing, but stayed to rest on scrambled eggs together with all kind of thoughts telling me eels to be invincible.
Ha!
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