Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Salty Freshness

I've always been pretty fond of eating fish. For some reason I always thought it was a little exotic. It has always been a rather rare thing for me. Growing up we usually had some sort of beef or chicken, matched with a form of a potato and some vegetable that my parents would make me choke down. Fish was not something that graced the Davis household, with the exception of the occasional tuna sandwich. My father, in all of his greatness, was never a fan of fish. He despised it actually. All except the tuna sandwich, and that had to be my grandma's recipe. However, I have not logged in tonight to discuss tuna, oh no, my dear readers. That will not take place here. The purpose of this is to sing the praises of my Granny and her ability to conjure up the greatest fish treat known to man, or at least to a young adolescent. My Granny was an amazing woman. She was a rather larger than life figure. Although only standing five feet nothing and probably never weighing in over 100 pounds in her whole life, I was certain that they didn't come much better. She married young, had six kids, two of which came in the same year (my aunt was born in January 1958, my mom November of that same year), and somewhere along the way she managed to create the most perfect, lightly crisped Salmon patties. My Granny was an amazing woman. And she took a pretty amazing fish, one that lives in both fresh water and salt water, and made it into a first class meal in its afterlife. I remember being young at her and Poppy's farm, getting into whatever trouble my brother and I could get into and then coming in to that most glamorous meal. I remember when I first ate it. I was kinda worried for this was not something I was accustomed to. It took some convincing but since she was my Granny, I knew that she wouldn't lead me astray.  Little did I know that I'd be in for a treat that day. I'm almost certain that from that day forward I hoped that that's what would be on the stove whenever I came in. Although she passed away in 2002, whenever I think of her this food immediately comes to mind. I've not had any quite like hers actually. But this is only one of the many memories I have of her. This woman had a tremendous impact on my life, in more ways than just fish products too. She was a woman that encouraged me in everything I did and always made me feel like I was the best and the brightest. She taught me lessons in hard-work, loyalty, and in compassion. She was one of the most selfless people I've known and I try to mimic her in this way in my life.

2 comments:

  1. I like this: "However, I have not logged in tonight to discuss tuna, oh no, my dear readers. That will not take place here."

    Have you ever eaten a fish that was more bones than fish? Yikes!

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  2. My parents were not fans of fish either but my brother and I got a taste for it so we had to make it (or buy it) ourselves, which was kind of fun.

    I like when you use the word "glamorous" to describe how special the meal was and the feeling you got from it.

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