Saturday morning Grandpa Mike, Uncle Nick, Aunt Nkenge and I took Camen on an early morning fishing trip on Stockton Lake. Go figure, he's the only one who reeled in a fish large enough to keep. It was a nice little white bass.
We told Camen that we'd teach him to clean his own fish so he could cook it up and eat it. Nick and I were finally able to teach him late that evening. With a few pointers, Camen came up with a couple of mostly intact fish filets. He did a really good job for his first time.
After Camen was done filleting his fish, Nick and I took a look at what the fish had been eating. Unfortunately, the stomach and intestine contents gave us no clue of what to fish with the next morning to catch more fish. We took the rest of the fish with us to use as bait.
When we got back from our Sunday morning trip, Camen had forgotten to make his fish fillets for breakfast. While I was working on making up the bento boxes for the trip back, I walked Camen through dredging his fillets in cornmeal and frying them. He fried the first one in olive oil, then tried some of the bacon fat from breakfast. I think he liked them both as the fish was gone in no time flat. I actually got to try a nibble and he had seasoned them nicely with salt and pepper.
I suspect this isn't the last time Camen cleans and eats a fish.
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