Fish Fry

So we were in Biggar this weekend for a visit with the fam. Friday night was the much anticipated 'fish fry', that Dad seemed to be looking forward to all week. I must admit, I was too. Dad was doing his best to cook the fish the same way in which he does it when he is on his fishing trips. A cast iron pot, lots of oil, propane burner, batter, and beer of course. We had a good time!

The rest of the fam was eating the fish(Jackfish & Pickerel) as fast as we could put it on the table. Luckily there was still some left once Dad & I got to sit at the table.

Now, if you know my family at all, you will know that we all LOVE fish, except Mom. She likes to catch it, but doesn't really want to eat it. I was a little skeptical that she would actually have any, but she did. Making sure, of course, that she got a good piece that had no bones in it (which is usually the tail). (Dad is an awesome filleter, usually NO BONES)

It put it simply, when this exchange occured between my parents I just about fell off my chair, and peed my pants.

MOM: "Can I get a piece of tail?",

DAD: "Anytime you ask."

Enough said!