Daddy's Fish

Daddy went fishing Saturday and got two fish. Pretty good for 44 degree water. I asked Louis to bring home whatever he caught and we'd cook it for dinner. I thought it be fun to cook the meat "my man caught to feed his family." He, he! It wasn't all it was cracked up to be. The meat was good, but the process was horrible. The fish were still moving 2 and 1/2 hours after he got them! I was convinced they were still alive and wanted Louis to take them to the creek so they could live. Louis said they still had involuntary muscle movement after they died. Anyways, I was scarred. I've said it before, but I'd be a vegetarian if I weren't borderline or anemic and it weren't so much work trying to get enough iron and protein in your diet without meat. That's why I also don't eat meat with bones and skin. It reminds me too much of where it came from. Ugh! Anyways...

Daddy with his fish.
Mary Elizabeth checking out a fish for the 1st time.

Mckinley - Louis brushed the fish on her hand and this was her reaction! Too cute!