Something's Fishy

While trying to come up with something “fast and good” to eat for lunch this past Saturday Robby mentioned fish. Now, I don’t particularly care for seafood and never really have (When I was young my Dad used to take us to “Dead Lobster” --AKA Red Lobster—and I would order a plate of hushpuppies!) But Robby wasn’t talking about just any old fish. He was talking about the fish fry held by the Masonic Lodge on Saturdays. I absolutely LOVE their fish.

We began discussing what else we would need to go with our fish. I was on my way out to the grocery store, so I was to pick up a loaf of German rye bread and the tartar sauce along with the numerous other items already on my list. When I had completed my shopping I would call Robby and he would head down the Parkway to get the fish.

About that time I noticed Lindsay was standing close, listening intently to our conversation. I assumed she was trying to decide whether she wanted to stay home and help Dad or go with me to the store. WRONG!

Lindsay looked up at me and said “Mom. What KIND of fish are we having for lunch???” I wasn’t really sure what she wanted to know. We have had this fish several times in the past and she has always enjoyed it. So I said, “You know. The kind with the breading on it—kinda like chicken fingers—it’s fried fish.” She continued to look at me and tilted her head a little to the side. “But MOM. . . . What KIND of fish IS IT?????????” I could hear the frustration in her little six-year-old voice, but I still wasn’t sure what was behind it all. “Well honey. I’m not really sure what kind it is. It’s the kind we always eat. You like it, remember. It’s kinda brownish on the outside and the inside is white. We dip it in tartar sauce, you know, the white stuff. You usually go with Dad to get it and it comes in the brown bag like the lunch bags you use for fieldtrips.” There I thought. I have covered everything. No questions left.

My answer obviously appeased Lindsay because her expression changed from concern to relief. She smiled and giggled as she said “OOHHHHH. THAT kind of fish. Thank goodness. I thought you were talking about the ANIMALS!!!”