Fried Catfish

Fried catfish

The lights are beginning to twinkle, and it is not Christmastime. I am talking about green lights. The Green Monster lights that are attached at the end of the docks and provide endless hours of late night entertainment for children and adults alike. They cast an eerie green glow, and beneath the dark water, large black shapes emerge, convene and slowly swim about. But don’t cue the Jaws theme song yet; it just means it is time for a catfish fry.

Spring at Lake Martin lends itself to many crawfish boils; you tend to get invited to at least four or five. They are messy, and if you are trying to keep an outfit or your face clean, you pick out the sausage and work with what you have. We all eventually get a little crawfished out, and that is not really a problem because it means it is time to start thinking about fish fries.