February 1, 2013

• Smelts

  I think it was nostalgia but I had to buy some smelts today to fry up for my family. They had never had them but didn't like them one bit. I wasn't hurt since I really do not like them either. It was more for a story telling for them to remember their grandparents. I told them all about how I had to eat them growing up.

  When I was little my mom and dad took us children smelting. Smelts would rush the rivers in Canada in the spring and all you had to do was dip your nets into the water and it would come up with a plentiful supply of these little silvery wiggly fish. They call it Smelt dipping. It was fun to watch them fill big bags full but what was not fun was coming home to clean them. After cleaning mom froze them in batches. YUCK I hated their smell. After which my mom would fry them up for us and my dad. I disliked eating them so much but I had to eat them. Mom made sure to make them once a week since we had plenty of them. She had good intention and it was free food. I gulped them down in big bites with glasses of water.

  Smelts have a very fishy taste. I think the smell of them frying is all I was going for since I miss my parents.

  Aaron was the only brave one who ate 2 down. He said it is not my favorite but they are OK. His Grandparents would have been proud.

   

   

  • 6:30 pm
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