from the plate of fish my dad brought over. Within a very short period of time it was reduced to this.
I am not a big wild game/fish eater. Ok actually I don't eat it at all. No desire to experience the wild side of food dining. I grew up in a family of hunters, it goes without saying I am a major disappointment. One thing I will eat is fish, but only if my dad has cooked it. His recipe isn't a guarded secret, although I'm certain I wouldn't be able to replicate it. He simply breads the fillets and cooks them in butter, way too much butter by the way. The end result is the most amazing dining delight since chocolate. Yes it is that good.
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