"Local" Salmon

Mike suggested that we go to the fish market to pick up some fish for dinner.  Aunt Murf and I decided to go for it and brave the fish market.We walked into this place that smelled absolutely HORRENDOUS to pick out some fish.  We were looking around and did not recognize the name of one single fish we saw.  We kept going around to the different stalls and finally one guys asks us if we wanted some salmon.  Ohhh, that is something we like and recognize the name of!  Sure, we will take it.  We then took it down to the guys at the end to fillet it for us.  It wasn't until later that afternoon that it occurred to us that salmon is a cold water fish and that was NOT local fish!  Too funny!

 Negotiating with the guy fro our "local" salmon

 absolutely FOUL--blood and scales and guts everywhere!

 We were the blind leading the blind!  Thankfully Mike got home and Uncle Jimmy called us back with instructions :)