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Catfish: Do you eat it?
I haven't had it for years. Breaded some up lightly tonight and fried it. I forgot how good that stuff is. I've heard a lot of people refuse to eat it and I can't figure out why. So it's a bottom dweller, it's delicious.
How about you? Do you eat it? |
nope ... can't stand the "lake" flavor of fresh fish.
all the fish i eat have to be that process stuff that doesn't actually taste like fish anymore. :D |
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While halibut is my favorite, catfish is next. For sure. Exception to the rule is smoked. I can eat damn near anything if it's smoked. |
Shit yes, I eat it.
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luftis ftw
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hells to the yes.
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Does the Midwest have catfish houses? They're a social institution in the south.
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There was a place just outside of Goodfellow AFB, TX when I was there for a school called Catfish Cove. 7.95 all you could eat - Fried Catfish, French Fries, Hush Puppies and Cole Slaw. Good food too. Farm-raised catfish and their hush puppy recipe was killer.
Needless to say, my per diem went a lot farther when I could stoke up on fish and hush puppies before heading downtown for the evening. OH, yeah, on Fri/Sat, they had an all you could eat shrimp (boiled or fried) for 9.95. Good times, good times. |
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I've eaten them in the past, but it's probably been 15 or 20 years. I like shellfish, but don't eat much regular fish any more.
Even when I was a kid and ate the fish I caught (haven't done that in forever either, as fishing bores the shit out of me), I always preferred bass to catfish. |
Up north they equate it to carp.
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I hold catfish in extremely low esteem.
When I was a young boy, I was friends with this poor kid whose dad was kind of a crazy drunk and lived in a shack out by the river. Once, he took us out on the river in a rowboat, tied a rope around our waists, handed us each a hay hook, and took turns throwing us overboard. The idea was to grope around the underwater river bank until you came to a hole. Then, you jammed your hay hook around inside the hole and yanked on the rope. When the old guy saw the rope yank, he would haul us in ... preferably with a catfish stuck to your hay hook. Ever since then, you couldn't pay me to eat a catfish. No way. In fact, those emotional scars are so deep, I even have a problem with rowboats. I'd just as soon douse a rowboat with gasoline and burn it to ash as look at one. FAX |
Hell yes, blackened or breaded and fried please.
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