Fry
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It’s surprising, sometimes, the memories that one simple word can evoke. This time it’s a memory of a genuine, all-you-can-eat Southern fish fry.
My parents spent the last 25 years of Dad’s life and ministry in a little town in South Carolina. We were there on a visit, and Dad decided we needed to experience eating at a Fish Shack. Maybe that doesn’t need to be capitalized, but I’ll give it that much respect 🙂
The food was wonderful. Fish fried to perfection, french fries the same, with just the right amount of salt. Seems like there were hush puppies, too. It was great.
There were long tables. You sat with
whoever was already there, family style, and getting to know people was part of the fun. It was extremely busy, a full house with people coming and going the whole time we were there.
As a special treat, Dad got us all a Hershey Bar for dessert. Surprised me, as he really wasn’t much of a chocoholic.
I am.
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