Holy S**t!
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silverthorneFlounder!
I have found flounder!
I have a bag full of huge ass frozen flounder steaks! (say that five times fast while squealing in delight. Go on. I dare ya.)
I have not had flounder since I left New Jersey for the (ever so) sunny (OMFG, too sunny!!) and totally oceanless sands of Tucson, Arizona.
Like...ages ago.
1982, to be exact.
I loved flounder, okay? I'd GO FISHING FOR DAMNED FLOUNDER with my mom during summer break in order to get me some fresh flounder (which...we never succeeded in accomplishing anyway and would end up in the roadside diner on the way home where there was already flounder waiting and ready to go.)
I have gone without since then because, well, frankly 1) No one did it like that diner and 2) New Jersey to Tucson is an awful long way for flounder to go...and it rarely got there, anyway.
BUT TODAY, THERE IS FLOUNDER IN THIS HOUSE!
And it will be grilled and slathered in lime and lemon and pepper and served with veggies. It WILL BE MY FLOUNDER, and it will be good!
And although I know they are Teh Ebil and will dine on my flounder-happy soul in Hell when I die, I will thank the Dreaded Walmart Gods for their frozen offering and sing their praises and sacrifice Target Employees to their dreaded Maw.
But first?
FLOUNDER, MAN!!!!
I have found flounder!
I have a bag full of huge ass frozen flounder steaks! (say that five times fast while squealing in delight. Go on. I dare ya.)
I have not had flounder since I left New Jersey for the (ever so) sunny (OMFG, too sunny!!) and totally oceanless sands of Tucson, Arizona.
Like...ages ago.
1982, to be exact.
I loved flounder, okay? I'd GO FISHING FOR DAMNED FLOUNDER with my mom during summer break in order to get me some fresh flounder (which...we never succeeded in accomplishing anyway and would end up in the roadside diner on the way home where there was already flounder waiting and ready to go.)
I have gone without since then because, well, frankly 1) No one did it like that diner and 2) New Jersey to Tucson is an awful long way for flounder to go...and it rarely got there, anyway.
BUT TODAY, THERE IS FLOUNDER IN THIS HOUSE!
And it will be grilled and slathered in lime and lemon and pepper and served with veggies. It WILL BE MY FLOUNDER, and it will be good!
And although I know they are Teh Ebil and will dine on my flounder-happy soul in Hell when I die, I will thank the Dreaded Walmart Gods for their frozen offering and sing their praises and sacrifice Target Employees to their dreaded Maw.
But first?
FLOUNDER, MAN!!!!
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Date: 2007-11-06 03:45 pm (UTC)I've never spent much of any time on the panhandle, though. Mostly the bay, the gulf, and the better part of the inland. (Whoohoo, Anchorage, Fairbanks and Tok.)
The funny part is I'm still trying to warm up to freshwater fish. Catfish and whatnot. It all just tastes odd to me. And pollock is another one I had to condition myself into eating, since it's technically just cod, and cod is another bait fish. Eating cod is just-...You just don't do it. FRIENDS DON'T LET FRIENDS EAT COD
Ahahaha, that makes me respect Hilary just a wee bit more. Slime lines are heinous! I will always prefer being the fisher as opposed to the processor.