The Barking Lot

I wish I could tell you this post is about courage and how great it is to get over your fears and try something that you usually do not.  Unfortunately, that is not the case.

My mother always told me that catfish was a gross species, as they tended to eat everything. I kind of agreed with her.  I mean we even have a couple in our fish tank as cleaners.  That being said, I listened to her, and never ate that type of fish in all the years of my life.

Forward to today… I am married to a man who LOVES catfish.  He orders it in the restaurants, and I try to avert my eyes and ignore my gross, though probably unfounded aversion to the beastly thing. 

My husband insists today, to buy some catfish to cook at home.  I told him that I would not be cooking it, and if he really wanted it so badly, he could just cook it himself.  He agrees to that, and begins to thoroughly blacken his breaded catfish.  I stare at his gourmet platter, as he, oblivious to my doubtful glances, continues to cook wtih his fantasy (and delusional) Emeril like skills.  I however, am pretty sure that breaded anything should have a golden brown color, and not look like a lump of coal out of some bad boy’s Christmas stocking.

I, of course, end up cooking the rest of the catfish.  Hubby then talks me into trying the catfish.  As I try to be open minded about everything, and I cannot stand when others will not try my favorite Asian cuisines because “it’s weird”, I tell myself to be brave, and that there really is nothing disgusting about catfish.

Sitting down to dinner I poise my fork over the GOLDEN BROWN fillet (yes I refused to eat hubby’s BURNED fish), and I take a cautious bite. 

Well, I did not LOVE it, nor did I hate it, it was sort of good, and every bite I took I became braver and braver, and was telling myself… this is healthy fish, no mercury, I should like this.  It was working, each bite I was taking made me like it more and more…and I even started eyeing the two little hoovers climbing the walls of our nearby fish tank….I continue to blissfully much at my dinner and lifting another healthy bite to my mouth, I discover something white and stringy looking.  It suddenly dawned on me-THANKFULLY not a minute too soon…  EWWW ITS A WORMMM!!!

Needless to say, it took all of my willpower not to upchuck the catfish that I did eat.  So much for being brave and trying new things.  Sorry hubby no more catfish at my table!!

(Hours later I am still feeling grossly nautious, and I have no appetite.  Did I mention that we’re suppose to go to my Mother’s tomorrow for a delicious Thanksgiving dinner?…  Pleassse let me get my appetite back!)