Grandma Suzu taught me to gut a fish this morning. I gutted my first pink salmon and very much enjoyed it. I watched her gut his brother, then she handed me her father Ben’s fish scaler and let me do the second one.

At one point, it was a fairly bloody and Shakespearean affair, but I loved the solidity of the fish’s body and the feel of it. Getting the blood line, dark red bit out was the toughest part, but he was clean looking and handsome by the time I was done with him.

We’ll be eating him soon.

I am getting more and more useful.