Butter, salt, pepper. Bam. I kept a small steelhead yesterday- It was time to eat a fish. In a world that at times seems obsessed with catch and release, it was refreshing to take something home, filet it and partake of the rivers goodness. I hear a lot of people say the river is their church, if so, then this is communion. Fish is good food. Fresh caught and properly cared for it is superior food. I do this in honor of my grandfather as well, the man who taught me to fly fish. He was a fish cook par excellence who could whip up a shore lunch of breaded fish and southern fried potatoes and onions anywhere. I'm not advocating catch and kill here, only that for me a meal of fish now and then completes the circle, nourishment derived from nature (and the largesse of the DNR stocking program). Served with sweet potato fries it becomes rocket fuel for a busy day.
I think I'll broil that other filet for dinner.
|yeah, this one's coming home|