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Wednesday, April 9, 2008

Finally Fish

No, not the "one with the eyes" this time. Just boring trout fillets. The safest fish I could find that would meet with A.'s approval.

I have to say, I have never seen a child get so excited about fish. I can hardly fathom it. I have the worst fish memories. I loathed most fish that came my way (except tuna), particularly the broiled sort, which my stepmother was famous for. It was always the same. Flounder or sole, sprinkled with paprika and margarine. YUCK! I could barely swallow the stuff and it stank up the house.

Izzy sees fish in an entirely different light. He even eats the trout skin, which I can't say I find entirely appealing, though I do eat it. How sad that I am raising a fish lover as fish supplies are dwindling...

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I don't get it either. Lucy would pass over a hamburger and fries to get to fish. I hated fish and we had to eat it every Friday back in the old days. catholics and all. I vividly remember Salmon Loaf! Ugh!

Maybe it's not the fish. Maybe we're just damn good cooks!