Fish Tales

by Stefani on 31-July-2007

Two little words, “fish fry” conjure so many memories for me.

Fish Fry

I hear my Popo’s fiddle and the riotous laughter of gossiping aunts. I smell pipe tobacco and hot grease. Images dance through my mind; Momo’s apron releasing ghost-like whisps of flour and cornmeal as she carried a piled high tray of battered fish to a black iron pot. I hear crickets, see shooting stars and pine trees swaying in the blue evening light. I smile, and remember learning to dance the Texas Two Step, standing on my Daddy’s feet under a full moon.

Tonight, my husband’s band of fisherman friends held their own fish fry in our driveway.

Twenty or so guys gathered ’round to drink beer and swap fish stories.

Old Guys Drinking Beer

Big dogs and small boys darted between their legs.

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Every five seconds someone shouted, “Careful near the pot boys!”

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Mama carried out a Tomato Pie in each hand to the sound of whoops and hollars and smacking lips.

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(I’m totally willing to believe the sound effects were for my hot bod and not at all about the food).

A delicious time was had by all.

This is not just local eating, folks. This is what memories are made of.

dana July 31, 2007 at 7:53 pm

Thought I smelled something yummy!

mountain mama July 31, 2007 at 8:19 pm

Great pics!! I love that one bead of water hanging off the guy’s finger holding the beer bottle. I’m not a big fan of fish, but this is making me drool a little!

I have the same pyrex pie plate in the same exact color! I just love those old pyrex dishes! Hope your boys will look back one day with smiles on their faces!

Tara July 31, 2007 at 8:48 pm

Oh man does that fish look yummy!

Stacy July 31, 2007 at 9:51 pm

So good…family, friends and that food! I’m making the tomato pie for dinner tommorow!

Sarah Jackson July 31, 2007 at 9:58 pm

What a wonderful day and a great connection to your own childhood memories. That’s a gift your boys will always remember.

Amber July 31, 2007 at 10:01 pm

Ok just when I thought I’d be “good” and have some salad for dinner I come upon your delicious blog and am now craving fried fish! I must saying growing up in Hawaii I’ve never had tomato pie before but it sounds delicious – looks like it was a great time – I love fun get togethers like that!

leslie July 31, 2007 at 10:45 pm

i am going to try that pie! yummmmy!

leslie July 31, 2007 at 10:47 pm

i am going to try that pie! yummmmy!

Visty July 31, 2007 at 11:47 pm

I didn’t expect that flashback! We didn’t have fish fries, but the warm nights, crickets, and pine trees did me in. I grew up in northwest Florida, right under Alabama. I miss it. What kind of fish you got there??

Jessicah August 1, 2007 at 12:10 am

Yum yum looking fish- makes my mouth water looking at it. Isn’t it funny how such simple things can bring back such intense memories.

Eren August 1, 2007 at 2:05 am

Mmmmm….gorgeous picture you painted. Now Im going back to bed. If I dream of a fish fry or cornmeal on aprons, its all your fault. Wonderful!

amy August 1, 2007 at 4:28 am

oh yum yum yum. looks delicious, i can just imagine the smell and taste.
And your pictures are fabulous, too!

Leigh-Ann August 1, 2007 at 6:18 am

-it was definately for your hot bod.
-i don’t even like fish and i’m drooling
-is that your dog?
-yum!!!

ps> i need to get my act together for our swap… i’m not ready like you…

Felicia August 1, 2007 at 6:25 am

Looks like a good time was had by all!

erin August 1, 2007 at 6:45 am

once again, you painted a perfect picture. looks like fun, too!

Heather August 1, 2007 at 6:59 am

amazing… the words you use to describe everything are so vivid it feels like it’s my memory… and I’ve never been to a fish fry.

Sarah August 1, 2007 at 7:14 am

this looks like so much fun!
and, as always, your pictures manage to capture each moment in the richest of ways.

estea August 1, 2007 at 7:49 am

my husband joked about my redneck family and their *fish frying* ways…until he actually got an invite 🙂

we always had cornbread and fried green tomatoes to accompany the catfish…is that pie a green tom pie or red ???

enjoying your blog and homeschool thoughts very much…

estea

Molly August 1, 2007 at 8:00 am

It’s all that time you spend at the gym getting you hoots and hollers. We could have brought homebrew if we lived closer!

Dana Lynne August 1, 2007 at 1:08 pm

This is fantastic. Love the photo journalistic style… we just returned from our annual Wisconsin trip and all the Friday fish fry stories and antics. This brought back great memories and helped me understand, too, a little more about my husband and where is is from. I’m from California and the whole fish fry thing was foreign to me (and the atmosphere that goes along with it) until 8 years ago when I married. Now I know what I was missing all those years. Really enjoyed reading!

beki August 7, 2007 at 7:37 am

Oh yum! I grew up with fish fries, just about every weekend in the summer. We had lots of fish growing up on a river. My husband doesn’t fish, so these fish fries are now distant memories.

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