My hubby and I spent the day at Michigan’s Adventure with fabulous friends yesterday, while our kiddos stayed home with nana and papa.
I got entirely too much sun, ate entirely too much food, and had entirely too much fun on the rides. Going down water slides, over and over and over again – just us adults – was just the change of scenery I needed.
And between the freshly baked cookies and a trip to the local Whippy Dip, I’m not sure our kids missed us too much while we were gone.
Speaking of day trips, remember when we spent a day at a historical village while my hubby fished nearby with his grandpa?
No? Not at all?
That’s okay. I’ve already forgotten what I did this morning.
Well, my hubs brought back these three bad boys that day. Walleye, baby!
And he didn’t waste any time cuttin’ them up.
Who new gutting fish could be so much fun {gag, cough, heave}…
Our wee babes were enamored by the walleye’s sharp teeth, slimy scales, stretchy gills…and by far their personal favorite…the “jello eyeballs”.
I was doing just fine, standing on the side-lines, trying desperately not to be a helicopter mom in the face of stinky fish and entrails…”don’t touch that, baby…those are intestines!” or “ummm, babe…they’re…uuuh, going to slice their fingers open on those razor sharp teeth!”…just dandy, I swear, until Bug started poking his little finger into the fish’s eyeball…and then sticking it in his mouth.
{go ahead…take a minute to absorb that. I’ll wait. Feel free to gag a little)
My reaction of complete and utter disgusted shock only fueled him. So he did it again. And again. With sheer delight!
I, of course, was not disturbed enough to put the camera down {naturally}, but I did vomit a little in my mouth while I snapped away. Not really. But it was tempting.
I then composed myself…slipped into my domestic goddess outfit and whipped up some broiled Walleye and chips. I found the recipe here, and it was simple and delicious!
All in a day’s work fun, baby!
