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A Dispatch from the Old School
Pancake parties: This reminds one that last year pancake parties were all the go at the fashionable seaside places in France. At Étretat especially it became quite a mania. The pancake batter was brought on the beach ready mixed in a jar, and a small portable charcoal stove was erected in a sheltered corner against the rocky shore.
“Hey Iris,” I called. She was in the living room watching TV. “I’m going to clean this fish. Want to help?”
“No.”
“There’ll be fish guts.”
“I’ll pause!”
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Comment by Kathleen
So what color is fish blood?
When you catch a fish, you knock it in the head with a piece of wood to kill it. Or at least that’s what Grandpa Burton did. I also remember him cleaning some fresh-caught fish in our kitchen in Roseburg, although I don’t remember the guts.
Posted on March 18, 2008 at 8:10 am
Comment by mamster
Fish blood is—you will be shocked—red. Laurie, you will be glad to hear, informed Iris about the head-knocking.
Posted on March 18, 2008 at 11:36 am
Comment by mattwright
That is a so great that Iris likes mackerel. One of the healthiest fish you can eat, and thankfully one of the tastiest.
You have a little gourmet on your hands Matthew, and one with a rather inquisitive personality. I would never think in a million years that the way to get a kid into the kitchen is to tell them there will be fish guts.
Posted on March 18, 2008 at 12:00 pm