Some days you just need a break from all the fancy meals and hard work. You just need something that will sooth the soul and make you feel all warm and cozy on the inside.
You know, like on those days when your father arrives out of the blue in the front yard, boat in tow and tosses three giant live, flopping, breathing, fighting for their lives fish in the nearest cooler and drives away.
I have never cleaned a fish. I have only seen it done once – over 10 years ago.
They are flopping in the cooler.
Flashbacks to childhood vacation trauma.
The only ‘family’ vacation I can remember (other than a trip to the beach for the day) was a week long trip to New Hampshire when I was in the third grade. I brought my poetry homework with me and we barreled through the night from our home, boat in tow, to a beautiful lake in the great north east. We parked our boat at our rented cottage and began our week of fishing….
Did I mention I was in the third grade? And you put me on a boat for a wee?! A boat where you have to sit still and wait for something to tug on the other end of a very long string – with poetry homework and a box of Life cereal, which I hate.
All I can remember about this trip is a massive arcade at some point (I’m talking old school Centipede and everything), losing all rights and privileges to ever again , and the haunting sound of a fish flopping for what seemed like hours in the mini fridge of our rented cabin.
See, when you catch an award winning fish, a fish worth eating or mounting, it has to hang out somewhere before it can be gutted or stuffed. Being as my dad’s wife had caught just such a fish, they quickly wrapped it in whatever the little cabin had in its cabinets and put it in the freezer. A tiny freezer. The freezer that I could hear it struggling in for the rest of the night all the way in my little cabin room, completely under the covers. All night long. I think that particular fish lived longer than physically possible just to permanently etch the sound of flopping fish in hallow containers in my brain so that on this vary day I would be sent into shock as my father drove off leave Flip, Flop, and Bubba behind for me to ‘take care of’.
Yeah, this is the kind of meal you have after dealing with those kinds of days.
Quick Dinner Fixins: Crescent Sandwich Roll-ups
- 1 tube refrigerated crescent roll dough
- 1/2 granny smith apple, sliced
- 4 strips cooked bacon, cut in half or quarters
- 3/4 cup shredded rotisserie chicken
- 8 slices of sharp cheddar cheese
Preheat oven as per directions on dough package.
Line a baking sheet with parchment paper or foil and lightly grease.
Roll out crescent dough and separate into individual rolls. Starting at the wide end, layer cheese, apple, bacon and chicken. Roll towards the thin end. Some of your filling will hang out of either side.
Bake according to directions on package or 15-18 minutes until golden brown.
In case you are wondering,
a) When you tell a happily putting along 3rd grader that she is not going fast enough in your supercharged bass boat she will indeed with no previous experience of driving anything and no concept of how motors run drop the throttle – almost throwing you off the back and sending the boat into a very dangerous out of control spiral. However, this one incident over a decade ago is not justification for never again letting her drive your boat.
b) for those of you that are super curious, after watching several instructional video’s on Youtube and a 10 minute very amusing ’you can’t hold a fish right’ ‘no you put the knife in first’ ‘no you’ battle in my front yard with Handsome, we decided that we were indeed much smarter than we appear and drove Flip, Flop, and Bubba to his parents house where his uncle filleted them for us. See, we are smart.
We did watch and take notes so next time we are prepared.
Btw, I still to this day, do not like Life cereal.