Happyflowerlady
Vagabond Flowerchild
- Location
- Northern Alabama
Except for some of those really grotesque fish that live in the depths of the ocean; the catfish has got to be one of the ugliest fish ever. Nevertheless, they are the preferred fish for eating here in theSouth where I live.
When I grew up in Idaho, no one ever ate a catfish. We fished for trout, which are (as fish go) a beautiful fish. Catfish are pretty much a southern custom, although they are found just about everywhere.
Not only are they ugly, they are horrible to clean and cook.
I well remember my first experience with cooking catfish. I was 19, newly married, and my husband had told me that catfish were good to eat.
After a long day of fishing, we came home and he set about cleaning the fish. Those catfish were not even DEAD yet ! ! They had been out of water for hours by then.
While the catfish laid there and gulped for air, my husband took a big hunting knife and hacked off their heads.
The heads laid there and gulped for air.
I could not even watch anymore, so I left the room until he said that the fish were all cleaned and fileted, and ready to flour and put into the frying pan.
I am not kidding about this.......when I put the catfish filets in that frying pan, they were squirming and flopping around !! That is when I screamed and ran out of the kitchen.
It was years and years before I would even THINK about eating a catfish after that terrifying experience...........
When I grew up in Idaho, no one ever ate a catfish. We fished for trout, which are (as fish go) a beautiful fish. Catfish are pretty much a southern custom, although they are found just about everywhere.
Not only are they ugly, they are horrible to clean and cook.
I well remember my first experience with cooking catfish. I was 19, newly married, and my husband had told me that catfish were good to eat.
After a long day of fishing, we came home and he set about cleaning the fish. Those catfish were not even DEAD yet ! ! They had been out of water for hours by then.
While the catfish laid there and gulped for air, my husband took a big hunting knife and hacked off their heads.
The heads laid there and gulped for air.
I could not even watch anymore, so I left the room until he said that the fish were all cleaned and fileted, and ready to flour and put into the frying pan.
I am not kidding about this.......when I put the catfish filets in that frying pan, they were squirming and flopping around !! That is when I screamed and ran out of the kitchen.
It was years and years before I would even THINK about eating a catfish after that terrifying experience...........

