Crappie -- A Holy Fish? 

Crappie -- A Holy Fish

My dear husband loves Crappie (pronounced craw-pee) as in the fish.  Says it a holy fish.  Oh.  So, we go fishing a lot and I have yet to see one.  Do they really exist and if they do, will I have an out of body experience as it's lifted into the boat?  If it's so holy, why would anybody want to anger the Big Guy above by snaring it with a hook?  Well, it finally happened.  I caught a Crappie.  I wasn't too impressed but I was anxious to see what all the hubbub was about.  Nothing much to look at.  It wasn't much of a fighter.  In fact, I wasn't even sure it was still on the hook as I reeled it in.  Joel fried it up for me on the camp stove in a little oil.  I tasted it on crackers.  Did I hear angels sing?  Nope.   Was there a heavenly glow from around the gutted darling?  No.  Did it taste good?  As my little brother would say, "Yup".

In The Kitchen 

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