Every year my little (well, younger) brother and his wife host a fish fry.
Will loves to fish and doesn't mind cleaning the resulting fish and popping
them in the freezer afterwards.
The resulting freezer full of fish certainly qualifies as a mess of fish.
Easily.
He has the big electric fry great granddaddy for the hushpuppies
and a propane cooker with a big cast iron dutch oven for the fish.
Dad came over early to help Will get started with the prep.
Even though they never slowed down it took a couple of hours
of dropping fish filets...
and spooning Will's secret hushpuppy batter into hot oil to get it all cooked.
This was the first batch of the fish into the dredge.
There was at least one more bowl of fish filets this big.
All of this cooking smelled really, really good.
Tasted even better.
My cutie-patootie nephew Chase brought his new puppy.
Needless to say he didn't have to do too much with this little lady...
because where there is a puppy there will be Allison
and lots of other folks who were attracted this sweet little ball of fur.
Will always cooks the hushpuppies so he can tweak the batter if needed.
And sneak a few along the way.
Those golden nuggets of crispy, oniony, corny hushpuppies are amazing.
I really think I like them better than the fish, but the fish is pretty darn amazing too.
Thanks Wilma for a wonderful dinner.
(He loves it when I call him Wilma.)
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