Whole bluegills de-finned and headed, shaken in a paper sack with cornmeal and fried in a cast iron skillet. The fried tail was my favorite part. Funny how little kids of my generation could eat whole perch and never choke on a bone. Grandma used to take leftover mash potatoes and fry up potato paddy’s the next day.
"You may all go to Hell, and I will go to Texas" - Davy Crockett
