Now, I'm aware that there is a cultural antagonism to catfish among some of the elites. But I'm tellin' you, you cook that up with some garlic and butter (al mojo de ajo), as our friends south of the border say . . . and it's nirvana.
So. That takes care of Sunday night. Monday? It was a day of unbelievable beauty at a yard across from the BRD's front door.
I've got to say - my current existence is full of light and life
Light and life is a good recipe for existence. Enjoy these moments, my friend.
ReplyDeleteThe whole thing sounds good. I am only hoping it's a good sign for what is coming up in January... in the States. :-)
ReplyDeleteYes, light, life and good catfish! Maybe that is behind the smile!
ReplyDeleteI would love to try that catfish! I am a fishaholic.
ReplyDeleteSuch a beautiful tree! Is that blossom, or the turning leaves? Love the Gold!
Catfish is good eatin', and yours look scrumptous (sp?). Our colors here aren't as vivid as yours....yet. Thanks for whetting my appetite. :)
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They taste better when you catch them yourself. I caught many with a cane pole as a kid.
ReplyDeleteOoh I LOVE catfish & that looks fabulous. Steve must have never fished in the pond beside my house because the catfish we caught out of there tasted just like mud - yuck! Of course, I'm sure there was a trick to it that we didn't know...
ReplyDeleteI caught my fish in a moving river. The fish tend to be cleaner than from a pond.
ReplyDeleteMeggie - Those are leaves that have changed color.
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