A cliché: A fisherman tells his buddies about the fish that got away, and each time he tells the story, the fish gets bigger. I’ve heard it before, and I know you have, too. Well, this is not that kind of story, but trust me, there is a fish involved. Rainbow Trout by Paul
You see, I bought three rainbow trout filets when I did my usual grocery run on a Thursday, senior discount day at my store. (That’s all I’ll say about that.) Anyway, I handed the cashier several canvas bags that I bring with me every week. I was thrilled, and I mean thrilled, that her assistant was packing only a few items in each bag. I have always wished for a bagger who would be insightful enough not to make my bags too heavy, and voila! The day had arrived! Usually I’d have to say, “Would you mind not putting too many items in each bag? I’m not as strong as I look.” Then I’d give them a big smile and wink. They usually got the joke since I’m very petite and look like a strong wind could knock me over. Back at the car, I popped the trunk and loaded the light (thank goodness) bags into the car. When I got home I put everything away and I didn’t think about the trout until the next day when I decided to fix it for dinner. But where was it? It wasn’t in the refrigerator or freezer. What happened to it? On a whim, I went out to the garage and popped open the trunk. The rotten fish smell reached my nose immediately. There in a bag all by itself was the fish decaying in its brown paper wrapping. I had assumed the bag was empty, just one of my extras that I always keep on hand.
I thought about how the previous night I had driven my mom and sister to a restaurant for dinner with dead fish in my car just like a mafia hit-man might have a body in his trunk. Forgive the disturbing reference — I write suspense, so my brain works that way.
Minutes after finding the missing fish, I had to leave for an appointment. I put a scent deodorizer in the trunk and rode across town with all the windows down. Eventually the odor went away. The moral of this story is this: Be careful what you wish for. Now if you think this story is lame, I will make it up to you by giving you my pan fried rainbow trout recipe below:
Filets ~ 1/2 c. Rice grits (see note below) Add to it: ~ Sea salt ~ Pepper ~ Red pepper flakes
Coat filets in rice grits mixture and pan fry on medium heat in skillet with 2 tablespoons of coconut oil. Cook about 5 minutes on each side or until brown. Delicious!
Note: For rice grits, I use Arrowhead Mills Organic Gluten Free Rise & Shine Hot Cereal
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Photo credit: Rainbow Trout by Paul/freedigitalphotos.net


About Susan MIlls Wilson

Susan Mills Wilson is a native of North Carolina where she writes romantic suspense. She is the leader of the Charlotte Writers Club Mystery Critique Group and a member of Charlotte Writers Club. Subscribe to Susan’s blog at www.susanmillswilson.com.
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