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Wal-Mart has become my preferred fish supplier. For $8, you can get a five pound frozen box of either whiting or catfish. Not just any whiting or catfish, though - the cheap, strongly flavoured kind that apparently most Americans don't like anymore. The catfish is the meat lumps from around the gills, and the whiting is supplied skin-on, with the dark, oily lateral organs still in place. It actually tastes like *FISH*! :D
I've been on a fried fish binge these past few days. I won't be dying of protein deficiency anytime soon.
The local Wal-Mart is also pretty reliable about keeping plain crawdads in stock. Giant Weasel often has them, but they treat them as an 'ethnic cuisine' item. They've been pre-boiled in some kind of Cajun spice, and they cost about three times as much as they should. The Cajun spiced ones are okay, but frankly I like mine better just plain steamed and dipped in butter.
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Catfish recipe:
Catfish - either the gill meat lumps from farm raised fish, or filets from nasty old channel cats that live in the river mud. Avoid the farm raised filets, as they have no taste.
Yellow cornmeal
Lowry's Seasoned Salt (a salt/spice mixture)
Pour some corn meal in a paper sack. Sprinkle in Lowry's salt to taste. Shake the fish in the bag to coat, and fry until light brown. Don't overcook it. Serve it up with greens, macaroni 'n cheese, and beer. Now you've got a meal just like you can get in little back-country restaurants all over the Ohio and Missisisppi river bottoms.
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Serial-wired electric Menorahs with hand-cranked generators...
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There's a masterful analysis of Lennon's "Revolution Number Nine" at http://www.geocities.com/hammodotcom/beathoven/r911.htm Sadly, the author seems to have never completed it - it covers only the first five minutes. Regardless, it's a mighty piece of criticism, finding the structural formalism that governs a work that's too often dismissed as chaotic or silly. I've never really been sure if I like #9, but I've always had a strong emotional reaction to it. It's always been plain to me that he's doing more than just messing around here.
To some degree, it's impossible for me to hear #9 or any of the white album songs as originally intended. They're overlaid with meaning from the Manson murders, and I can't perceive the original work separately from that associated meaning anymore. It's become too much a part of it.
I do think the fellow gets some of the words wrong, but exactly what's being said in some of those clips will probably never be known for sure.
I've been on a fried fish binge these past few days. I won't be dying of protein deficiency anytime soon.
The local Wal-Mart is also pretty reliable about keeping plain crawdads in stock. Giant Weasel often has them, but they treat them as an 'ethnic cuisine' item. They've been pre-boiled in some kind of Cajun spice, and they cost about three times as much as they should. The Cajun spiced ones are okay, but frankly I like mine better just plain steamed and dipped in butter.
*****
Catfish recipe:
Catfish - either the gill meat lumps from farm raised fish, or filets from nasty old channel cats that live in the river mud. Avoid the farm raised filets, as they have no taste.
Yellow cornmeal
Lowry's Seasoned Salt (a salt/spice mixture)
Pour some corn meal in a paper sack. Sprinkle in Lowry's salt to taste. Shake the fish in the bag to coat, and fry until light brown. Don't overcook it. Serve it up with greens, macaroni 'n cheese, and beer. Now you've got a meal just like you can get in little back-country restaurants all over the Ohio and Missisisppi river bottoms.
*****
Serial-wired electric Menorahs with hand-cranked generators...
*****
There's a masterful analysis of Lennon's "Revolution Number Nine" at http://www.geocities.com/hammodotcom/beathoven/r911.htm Sadly, the author seems to have never completed it - it covers only the first five minutes. Regardless, it's a mighty piece of criticism, finding the structural formalism that governs a work that's too often dismissed as chaotic or silly. I've never really been sure if I like #9, but I've always had a strong emotional reaction to it. It's always been plain to me that he's doing more than just messing around here.
To some degree, it's impossible for me to hear #9 or any of the white album songs as originally intended. They're overlaid with meaning from the Manson murders, and I can't perceive the original work separately from that associated meaning anymore. It's become too much a part of it.
I do think the fellow gets some of the words wrong, but exactly what's being said in some of those clips will probably never be known for sure.
