greyghost wrote:
My mother-in-law, who grew up a house (small cabin, now) on the bank of a very fishy river in Idaho on her father's homestead (literally), had a way of cleaning and cooking trout that I find hard to beat. I would head to a small tributary stream in late afternoon, tie on a yellow fur grasshopper fly, and bring her a batch (10) of small brook trout. She would gut them, run them for a few seconds under scalding hot tap water and just pull the skins off like a t-shirt, drop them in a big cast iron skillet, and a few minutes later we were eating some of the best fish I ever ate. I am not a fish lover, but taking the skins off left them with just a wonderful fish taste, and she could do a batch faster than I could wash my hands. Something to be said for growing up in a two room house with five siblings and no indoor plumbing. At harvest time they used to feed 20 or 30 hired hands so I think she cleaned a few fish in her day.
My mother-in-law, who grew up a house (small cabin... (
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Life was harder but much better in many ways. Thank you greyghost. Wonderful story. Graywulff