Such a great story--and wish I had some fresh trout to make this recipe! Never been to Minneapolis to visit or to go fishing, but your story brought back a memory of going to a camp near Yosemite as a kid and having a lucky catch while holding someone’s fishing pole for them. It was a good-size trout that someone gutted, scaled, dipped in cornmeal and fried over an open fire. It’s a delicious memory!
Nice story. I spent more than a decade in Minneapolis in the 1970s and 1980s. Loved it there. Chouette was a fave restaurant, featuring magnificent French delights. Foraged morels around Lake Calhoun that I still have. Cross country skied across same lake one January when it was 17 degrees below zero. Had to shed clothes because I overheated. No recollections of fish stories, but I sure like the illustration atop this newsletter!
Now that:s fresh!
Been waiting to score some trout to revisit this recipe and now is the time! Thank you again for inspiration.
Bummer on the tickets, but what a great story, beautiful artwork, and tasty recipe ensemble. Bravo! I am really going to enjoy your newsletter.
Such a great story--and wish I had some fresh trout to make this recipe! Never been to Minneapolis to visit or to go fishing, but your story brought back a memory of going to a camp near Yosemite as a kid and having a lucky catch while holding someone’s fishing pole for them. It was a good-size trout that someone gutted, scaled, dipped in cornmeal and fried over an open fire. It’s a delicious memory!
Nice story. I spent more than a decade in Minneapolis in the 1970s and 1980s. Loved it there. Chouette was a fave restaurant, featuring magnificent French delights. Foraged morels around Lake Calhoun that I still have. Cross country skied across same lake one January when it was 17 degrees below zero. Had to shed clothes because I overheated. No recollections of fish stories, but I sure like the illustration atop this newsletter!