When I first tried making homemade gefilte fish, I knew it was going to be a challenging and daunting experience. I knew it would involve me getting elbows deep in ground fish, and I knew there would be no fewer than three fish heads to contend with. Onions would be grated and I would cry…a lot. I’d have to touch slimy things that would gross me out, I would have to come to terms with tasting raw fish (and not the cool sushi kind), and most importantly, I’d have to do it all on a wing and a prayer, with no real recipe to guide me.
So, what does a girl do when she knows she’s in for a heck of a tumultuous kitchen caper? Why, she films it, of course!