Did you know there are people in my family who like to hunt and fish?
I could serve you Venison and you'd have no idea it wasn't beef. For reals.
I am super intimidated when it comes to fish...it's so...fishy.
I mean, there are jokes about it, "This smells like a dumpster...let's eat it!"
Thanks, Jim Gaffigan.
When Tony and I were dating he made fried fish for me. I was skeptical to say the least. My previous fish experience included an occasional fish stick and chicken strips at Long John Silver's.
Tony's fish was divine. Did you know if the fish is fresh it doesn't taste fishy? It's actually really good. However, if you fry fish in an apartment, guess what your apartment smells like? Um, the dumpster at Long John Silver's.
So, my Father-in-Law gave me the fish they'd caught this weekend with a charge to cook it.
Challenge accepted and battle won. Tony said, "This is the best non-fried fish I've ever had."
I made "Magic Fish." Dubbed Magic Fish because it tastes so good it must be magic.
Now, I didn't use Tilapia obviously, because we were fishing in Michigan, not Florida. I used Pike and Blue Gills. Or as Lucy pronounces it: Blue Geels. I also forgot to get a lemon at the store but had limes on hand so I used that instead, I thought it was fantastic. I'm no longer afraid of the fish.