Fishy Fish - A poem and recipe by the crew
Hummmmmm
The man in the store said freeze fish in this bag,
for if you do, it will never go bad.
We caught butt galore,
our tags held no more.
We ate halibut last winter, last fall, last summer,
Now someone says "fish", the family growns "bummer".
To get rid of this fish,
we've come up with this dish.
Try cubing, salting then flour,
fry slow for nearly an hour.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhh fish nugget delight,
to end no-want-fish plight.
Yummmmmmm
:blush:
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"Fish on!!!!"; My kind'a alarm clock.
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