Sure ate my share of fish sticks growing up. Like alot of kids, I was charmed by their unique-ness.
Ceili wrote:I did, but never went to confession over it, I mean god made me this way, I figure we had an understanding. But my uncle the priest and my aunt the nun didn't have the same appreciation for the bond god and I shared. I survived several sore ears because of my poor food choices.
It was a staple of my confessions, Ceili: " I ate meat on Friday once, was disrespectful to my mother twice, told a lie to my teacher ...." etc, etc.
eoe
Thanks for the cultural translation. I'm relieved your family was not eating the native wild life on Fridays!
(In case you don't know I live in Oz. No buffaloes here!
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Wy
Part of the mysterious beauty of fish sticks/fingers is that one is eating some concoction of goodness knows what!
A little like the chicken rolls that appear to have no chicken in them.
Lorna wrote:msolga wrote:Lorna wrote:Fish and fritatta (sp?) when I was younger...
Never to be eaten again, then?
LOL...I actually liked it...haven't had it in a long time, though!
L
Sounds Ok to me, too!
Better than boney cutletty thingies, anyway!
*makes note to ask someone for receipe*
My brothers and I used to race through our confessions, we'd bet who spend the shortest time in the confessional, who would get the most/least hail marys and our fathers.
My confessional staples were, I swore a bit, lied a bit, called so and so a bad name, talked back to mom and dad, please forgive me my sins.
Lorna
So maybe a blast from the past meal this Friday?
Maybe...*lightbulb*, lol...
True story, my ex I walked into a restaurant one night and the waitress told us they had a fish dinner on special.
My ex asked "what kind of fish" and the waitress responded " Oh, you know, the triangular kind"
Yeah I know, the oceans littered with the little breaded triangle breed.
Ceili wrote:My brothers and I used to race through our confessions, we'd bet who spend the shortest time in the confessional, who would get the most/least hail marys and our fathers.
My confessional staples were, I swore a bit, lied a bit, called so and so a bad name, talked back to mom and dad, please forgive me my sins.
I usually got 3 Hail Marys & 3 Our Fathers. That is, if I didn't have to confess to having had "impure thoughts"!
Those were worth considerably more contrition, say nothing of MAJOR guilt!
Ceili
The triangular kind!
Maybe they're the ones that have the fingers (sticks) we eat in Oz!
I don't know why but I developed a dislike for fish at an early age. That was unfortunate because we were Catholic and the rest of the family loved fish.
Birthday's were celebrated at a restaurant in DC called Hogate's. I got a plate full of veggies, which was fine with me.
I can eat fish sticks because they don't look like fish, don't taste like fish and probably aren't fish.
Back in 1970 or so I was an Engr with the 101st Airborne in VN. During a lull we were assigned to help build a Boy Scout Camp in Hue. When we finished, my CO, my platoon leader and a couple
of us EM were invited to the dedication. Lunch was fishheads and rice. I won't say it was the worst day I had in VN, but, in a way, it was close.
(BTW, I tasted coffee once when I was about 18 and have never tasted it again) -realjohnboy-
realjohnboy
Could your fish aversion have come about because their was no choice but to eat it every bloody Friday?
I have no trouble identifying with your lack of relish for the fish head dish! But just think: It may have been a delicacy in Hue!
Fish heads, Fish heads
Rolly polly Fish heads
Fish heads, Fish heads
Eat them up, Yummm
In the morning
Laughing, happy
Fish Heads
In the evening
Floating in the soup
Ask a Fish head
Anything you want to
They won't answer
They can't talk
Fish heads, Fish heads
Rolly polly Fish heads
Fish heads, Fish heads
Eat them up, Yummm
I took a Fish head
Out to see a movie
Didn't have to pay
To get it in
Fish heads, Fish heads
Rolly polly Fish heads
Fish heads, Fish heads
Eat them up, Yummm
They can't play baseball
They don't wear sweaters
They're not good dancers
They don't play drums
Fish heads, Fish heads
Rolly polly Fish heads
Fish heads, Fish heads
Eat them up, Yummm
Rolly polly Fish heads
Are never seen drinking
Cappacino in Italian restaurants
With Oriental women...Yeah
msolga: of course it was a delicacy. They were being very gracious hosts. I didn't mean to suggest otherwise. But to Westerners' in general and to this non-fish eater in particular it was a bit of an ordeal to see those fish eyes staring at me.
Sin loi.
realjohnboy
Of course, of course.... I certainly wasn'y implying that you were being rude or culturally offensive. And I fully understand your reaction. Mine would have been the same in the circumstances. Grin & bear it & cope as best you can to the gracious hosts.
