My grandfather retired at Lake Eufaula and I visited as a child. He was Italian and loved to cook! He would fish and then come back to bread and prepare the catfish and my grandmother would have fresh cucumbers in vinegar and tons of fresh vegetables - okra, tomatoes, green onions.. I remember him always shouting at the top of his lungs ' Manja, Manja ' I guess it means 'Come and Get It!' But still one of my most vivid memories is being petrified of swallowing a fish bone - we had a stock of white bread just in case!

Can you imagine? The cure for a swallowed fish bone in their minds was Wonder bread.. I'm so lucky to have survived my childhood! lol

But it was a great way to spend a summer with grandparents at the lake and I've never forgotten that fried catfish. I only just recently ate it again after nearly 30 years.. brought back lots of memories.

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