Fish Fry

Making the acquaintance of our neighbors here in WI is one of the nicest things that has happened for us since we bought our lake home. The Eppers are good people who have given generously of their time to help us with chores like moving our dock to/from the lake, checking the cabin when we are away, and plowing our driveway. We are improved fishermen for the time they have taken to show us better locations and methods than we might have learned on our own. Gerry, Kathy, Nate, and Brian are also lots of fun, and we have enjoyed dinner exchanges with them on several occasions.

Last Saturday, in fact, we were their guests for a fish fry. The fish were crappie that I suspect the entire family contributed to their freezer through the prior fishing season. Brian is the official fish fryer. He set up a deep fat fryer in the garage and had it heating by the time we arrived.

For someone who appreciates organization and order as much as I do, one has to like the way he stages his utensils, batter, and the array of seasoned fish (he wouldn't share his special fish seasoning recipe with me). Having a beer nearby is also important.

Just look at this technique! The guy really knows how to fry fish.

Yum!

Here is the whole gang after consuming mass quantities of that wonderful fish and looking content. Kathy (Gerry and I both have wives named Kathy/Kathie--we have great taste in women, I must say) had prepared a wonderful salad, roasted potatoes, and baked bread to go with the fish. Then she topped it all off with a red velvet cake. Excellent! That guy at the end of the table is looking might proud of himself for the quality of the fish. I think he is entitled.

Getting together again sometime soon will definitely be a priority.