The boy next door knocked on the door and asked if we wanted some catfish? He and his dad went fishing and caught 4 catfish. They didn't know what to do with them. So of course my 'raised on the river' husband whipped out his knife and began to skin them on the spot. It was quite entertaining to all the neighboring kids. It turned out to be an anatomy lesson for these city kids. I had to cook those nasty things for Father's Day! It wasn't as good as Lee's moms cooking, but I think she would have been proud.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment