So, I'm still getting the hang of the air fryer fad. My family didn't really fry food growing up. That is except for fish. You see, both my Father and my Grandfather (Pop-Pop) were exceptional fishermen. My oldest memories of fried fish are from when I was a child and we would go visit my Grandparents in Key West. They lived in one of the old Keys fisherman houses. Pop-Pop would go out fishing, shrimping, diving for lobster or sponges. My father was a fantastic fisherman as well, but he was the master of the cast net. We have super 8 video of him where he is casting. It was mesmerizing to watch him.
Yes, that is little me in the first photo. On the dock at my Grandparents in the Keys.
The little fishing boat, with little me climbing aboard.
One of my favorite photos of me a my Dad. Side note: he will be 96 on May 8th (HAPPY EARLY BIRTHDAY DAD!)
So once my Dad and Pop-Pop would bring in their catch, the cat Bear would greet them at the dock and "help" them fillet the fish. You see, Bear would get the scraps. And in case the name didn't give it away, Bear was not a little cat. If they didn't move quick enough Bear would steal a fish. Bear was a cool cat. Even the neighborhood dogs knew not to mess with Bear...but that's another story.
So, the fish has now been caught, and filleted. After dodging the large, hungry cat the fish is finally taken upstairs. Upstairs was where the kitchen was. The kitchen was where my Grandma was. And Grandma's kitchen was where magic happened. I think my oldest memory was stan