Gone Fishin'
I miss my dad. I realized today, that without any culinary training my dad made a breaded bluegill dish that truly tasted great. I miss the stench of fish in the house when dad cleaned whatever fish he was able to bring home. He would bread and fry these tiny fillets of crappie or bluegill, and it was absolutely delicious. There are very few home cooked meals that compare to my dad gathering us together to have some true "fresh catch". It makes me happy thinking of ' ol T.L. and how he influenced my career. FYI: The picture above is a man OUTSTANDING in his field!