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I ended up having to shlep to Cedarhurst. Nightmare. It was raining really hard, and I was driving my mom's car (other one had to go have the brake lights fixed); her car has crappy sightlines and mirrors, and I don't like driving it.
On top of that, Gourmet Glatt was as mad as expected and the parking lot was worse. I got blocked into my parking space because some idiot HAD TO WAIT for the space next to mine and wouldn't move. Plus, I was the smallest car in the lot (minivan hell).
The woman in front of me at the fish counter was the customer from hell. She kept giving the guys a hard time about everything ("this isn't fresh, get from the back, no I want that, this is so expensive..."). I think they hated her, because finally she asked for the heads from the fish and they told her they didn't have any--but they gave them to me.
I got home, then discovered we didn't have any matzah meal. My mother was going out anyway and she got it, but it meant I didn't get started till later than I wanted to. Making the fish was family comedy. My grandmother was going on about how the eyes needed to be removed from the fish heads, and then that there weren't enough heads and I should have gotten the bones and tails too (I said that if no one calls to order the fish and make sure they save the bones they should be happy with what they give me. I pointed out that they said one of them would call my grandmother's fish store and order it, and they left it too late, so it wasn't my fault. I further pointed out that I was being very nice making the fish, because my mother refuses to make it but is happy to eat it.) My mother shrieked every time my grandmother or I mentioned fish heads because she thinks they're disgusting. Then she asked why I didn't make roe and I said I don't do roe, and if she thinks making fish is disgusting she should see roe. (The roe in question is ikra, carp roe. I did it once and vowed never again.)
I also told Mom that you're supposed to have a whole fish head on the table at Rosh Hashana. Just for the fun of her reaction.
The food processor method worked perfectly for the fish and my grandmother was forced to admit that it looked exactly the same as hand-chopped.
On top of that, Gourmet Glatt was as mad as expected and the parking lot was worse. I got blocked into my parking space because some idiot HAD TO WAIT for the space next to mine and wouldn't move. Plus, I was the smallest car in the lot (minivan hell).
The woman in front of me at the fish counter was the customer from hell. She kept giving the guys a hard time about everything ("this isn't fresh, get from the back, no I want that, this is so expensive..."). I think they hated her, because finally she asked for the heads from the fish and they told her they didn't have any--but they gave them to me.
I got home, then discovered we didn't have any matzah meal. My mother was going out anyway and she got it, but it meant I didn't get started till later than I wanted to. Making the fish was family comedy. My grandmother was going on about how the eyes needed to be removed from the fish heads, and then that there weren't enough heads and I should have gotten the bones and tails too (I said that if no one calls to order the fish and make sure they save the bones they should be happy with what they give me. I pointed out that they said one of them would call my grandmother's fish store and order it, and they left it too late, so it wasn't my fault. I further pointed out that I was being very nice making the fish, because my mother refuses to make it but is happy to eat it.) My mother shrieked every time my grandmother or I mentioned fish heads because she thinks they're disgusting. Then she asked why I didn't make roe and I said I don't do roe, and if she thinks making fish is disgusting she should see roe. (The roe in question is ikra, carp roe. I did it once and vowed never again.)
I also told Mom that you're supposed to have a whole fish head on the table at Rosh Hashana. Just for the fun of her reaction.
The food processor method worked perfectly for the fish and my grandmother was forced to admit that it looked exactly the same as hand-chopped.
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