Sunday, June 19, 2011
Father's Day post: How my traveling kids became fish-eaters
And then, last year when we were in Sweden, they went fishing with morfar, aka grandpa, aka my dad.
My dad killed the fish they caught, then cleaned it. All while the kids watched him, absolutely fascinated.
Then my dad cooked the fish. He sprinkled some salt on it before letting it rest in the fridge for a while before simply frying it in butter. Abborre has a lot of little bones, and is a tough fish to filet while raw, so he got rid of the bones after the fish was cooked. Again, the kids watched him: absolutely fascinated.
Thank you dad.