My dad tells the story of his early marriage to my mom, when he went fishing in the McKenzie River in the Willamette Valley in Oregon and came home with a mess of rainbow trout that he just dumped into the kitchen sink. Her response to that was, “What do you expect me to do with that?” To which he often follows up with, “You’re lucky you made it here. There was a moment there that you might never have been.” My mom never has enjoyed rainbow trout, but (after my dad would clean fish well away from mom’s kitchen sink) she would fry it in cornmeal. When I bit into this dish, I was immediately transported back in time to my childhood and eating fresh caught rainbow trout.
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