The Maine Dish
Duct Tape Kitchen: The Rural Maine Epicure
You live in Maine. We eat fish here, and fish have bones that are better nestled in the trash can rather than lodged in the back of my throat. I’ve eaten enough brook trout in my day to have a very strong opinion on the matter.
Call up any big-time culinary supply joint and they’ll likely sell you a pair of fish tweezers which are, in layman’s terms, big tweezers. Big dull-edged expensive (like $20 expensive) tweezers, to put a point on it.
So take your practical Maine self down to the hardware store and grab yourself a nice cheap pair of needlenose pliers. They sell them in the dollar bin at Ace where I live. If you don’t even have a hardware store, those el-cheapo “Twin” tweezers tacked on the wall of every gas station from here to Van Buren are perfect. Not too sharp, not too flimsy.
Throw them in the dishwasher between uses. Take the $19 you saved and buy yourself a nice piece of salmon.