He might be crazy, or he might just be taking his iron supplements. Maybe it’s just the ones I’ve taken, but they taste remarkably like framing nails.
Archive for May, 2010
I went hooligan fishing on Tuesday with a friend. It was great. Beautiful weather, very few people, and lots of fish.
LOTS of fish. I’m not sure exactly how many fish my friend pulled out, but I think in the end he grabbed a few more than me. This was impressive since I managed to get 252.
I breaded and panfried about a dozen of them for the family. The bones are so small that they virtually cooked away. They tasted fine, but hooligan are a “mushy” fish. People told me this before I got them, but the idea of “mushy” didn’t bother me.
The reality of “mushy” did bother me (It was similar to breaded and panfried toothpaste). Ick.
“Mushy” also bothered my family.
I have been informed that the remaining 240 fish are all mine. Ick.
My family is full of talented musicians. Some are gifted vocally and some with instruments. Several of them make a successful living from these skills. They are genuinely talented.
I am not.
In fact, my elementary school music teacher told me I sang like a “three legged cow.” I don’t think a teacher could get away with this now, but still…