Going Catholic?

Wherever, Michigan has a major Catholic population. This means that on Friday, when I do the grocery shopping, the store puts a lot of fish on sale--or they pretend to, anyway.  Quite often they raise the "real" price, then knock it down for a "sale" price.

However, the main thing is that the fish is usually fresh off the truck.  Lately, that means I've taken to making fish feasts on Friday.

Such feasts end up being a sort-off buffet.  See, Darwin only likes cod (which is, to me, a dull, bland fish).  Maksim dislikes any kind of fish but will happily devour shellfish.  I'm the only one who likes catfish (breaded and baked, please).  So I make a panoply of fish: cod fillets, spiced catfish with Panko breadcrumbs, stir-fried shrimp, crab legs.  Today, I also had some rolls in the freezer, so I popped them in the oven and added some applesauce for another side dish.  It's all delicious, and Maksim is becoming adept at freeing crab meat from the shell.

It all makes a tremendous mess in the kitchen, but worth it!  Ask Darwin, who had to clean up.  :)