fried fish

Presidential nominees love to say, “My first day in office I am going to ….”

Well, Friends and Relatives, my first post CoVid19 day I’m going to Catfish Cove.  The following preblogged blog tells why.  The way I felt in 2015; the way I feel now.


Three fish eating scenes:

Scene One: A pan full of trout barely past fingerling stage, cooked on an open fire in the Colorado Rockies. The pickup camper is in position to give a little shelter from the afternoon sprinkle, the folding chairs are pulled up close by the fire. Turn only once, fish are crispy and delicious. Food fit for a king—a poor king but still a king.

Scene Two: How perfectly delicious are the redfish caught in the Gulf water of South Texas! Fish fried in the motel kitchenette. “Don’t turn the fish too soon.” But that requires patience. Those fillets are almost an inch thick. So turn, turn, turn, turn. The crust is beginning to fall off. Turn again. “Are you sure this stove is getting hot enough?” Finally a call that the fish is fork-flaky ready. Food fit for a king—a poor king, but still a king.

Scene Three: Crunchy good in fast food chains. “I’ll have the number seven, please, with vinegar and tartar sauce, please.” Get the forks and napkins. Let’s sit over here opposite the door. A bit grungy in here. Oh, but taste that crunchy fish! Food fit for a king—a poor king, but still a king.

My requirement for enjoying fish—make it fried and give me plenty. Poor, rich kings who get six ounces of fine, fine, fish—braised, browned, blackened, sautéed, seared, stuffed, grilled, rolled, or raw. Too bad they don’t get to eat with me—mountains, gulf, city; fish—fried and plentiful. Poor, rich kings.

So Day one post CoVid19 whether in Colorado, Texas, or Oklahoma City I’ll have fish, just fry it and give me plenty!


Discover prompt:  Three

About oneta hayes

ABOUT ME Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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21 Responses to DAY ONE OF POST COVID19

  1. shoreacres says:

    Amen, Sister! And let the fry cooks say, “Amen!”

  2. There’s nothing that says “home” to me more than fried Lake Erie perch. Yum!

    • oneta hayes says:

      And for me it is “the Gulf” Rockport specifically that cries “fried fish.” However, the other scenes are very competitive. Thankfully since there is little change I’ll see Rockport or the Rockies again.

  3. Love those fried fish fillets— we have a few frozen ziplocks full of crappie in the freezer— our places aren’t open yet but I know Gregory misses Cracker Barrel’s fried catfish!!!

  4. Cassia says:

    I love this idea! Do you mind i make my own post-covid list on my own blog? Such a great way to spread some positivity 🙂

  5. oneta hayes says:

    I would love to read others’ first post CoVid19 plans. Please spread they theme. Thanks.

  6. pranabaxom says:

    Ah, amen to that my dear sparring partner. I am a fish guy. Fish was staple food when I was growing up back home in India (with meat, mutton or duck, no beef , pork or chicken for Sunday lunch)and more or less staple here also. Made coconut shrimp curry yesterday and my wife made salmon curry with tomato today. So I can’t say that I shall have a craving for fish post Covid.
    Enjoy your fish.

    • oneta hayes says:

      I’m sure you enjoy many more kinds of fish than I. Many in my family love clams, lobster, oysters and such but I do not. We had an friend here many years ago, Indian from India, who came to our house and cooked a meal for us. He made something with yogurt, green onions, and lots of salt. I don’t remember what else, but I would love to make some. Do you know what recipe I might be referring to? We did enjoy the meal very much. But I didn’t try it much; probably because it was a lot of work.

  7. Faye says:

    I love all the seafood, prawns, crabs, lobsters, barramundi, catfish, etc etc found in the waters off our nearby coast. Cautious about the reef fish unless freshly caught but your coronavirus post has certainly made the teste buds tingle. Thank you.

  8. oneta hayes says:

    Tingling taste buds – I like that. Thanks. Does the caution about reef fish relate to pollution? Or some other reason.

  9. Dawn Marie says:

    Catholic’s are famous for their Lenten Fish Fries and local Parishes compete to be the BEST. However, this year most were cancelled as COVID rolled in…. One of the things I look forward to the most for NEXT year’s Lent! YUM!!

  10. oneta hayes says:

    You could invite this Protestant to go with you, couldn’t you? If I happen to be at your place, I’d gladly accept. 😀

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