Swimmers.

It has been a wet few days in beautiful Portland, Oregon, and I now smell like fish. No, not from the weather, but the 10 lbs. of Sardines I cleaned today. There is really nothing like the blood, the guts and the gore of chopping heads, scraping entrails and peeling away spines to turn you off of the little critters for good. Margarito, the best dishwasher ever, got to help me out for a while and we got into a good rythm, but it was an instance where I really wished I didn't have a good sense of smell, or touch for that matter.