I was in line at a checkout counter the other day and I heard the guy in front of me tell the clerk, "I don't eat fish." Don't eat fish? So if there was like literally nothing else to eat, you would not eat fish? I can't really imagine not eating fish. When I was a kid, my dad always fried fish in the summer. He would catch it on the trot-line or a limb line or by dropping a line down the side of an old sunken tree. We would cast our poles out under Twin Bridges at mid-night and wait for the catfish to grab hold of a worm and we would reel them in one at a time until we had a stringer full of dinner. We would lay on red banana lawn chairs moon bathing, catching mayflies, watching shooting stars and eating corn nuts. Or else we would take out my dad's little silver fishing boat after he threw the net on the shore and caught scores of shad to use as bait for crappy. Bass, catfish, crappy, goggle eye, blue gill, those were our favorites. Most were creek-caught or from Grand Lake. The first thing I really learned how to 'cook' was hard boiled eggs so that I could make tuna salad any time I was hungry and wanted a snack. Now, I love roasting up a big slab of salmon and folding it into a salad full of spinach, strawberries and feta. That dude that doesn't eat fish ain't never had it cooked right. I don't have a great picture of 'fish' so I'm sharing a collage from Mexico. Fish tacos, ceviche and avocado stuffed shrimp were some of my favorites from the trip.
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