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!
So once when we were skiing at Lutsen on the north shore of Lake Michigan, our eyes froze shut riding up the chair lift. We had to squint a long time to thaw them out. That was followed by only one run down the slope before we dashed into the chalet to sit by the roaring fire!
Now that:s fresh!
Been waiting to score some trout to revisit this recipe and now is the time! Thank you again for inspiration.
I'm always glad when I'm able to buy trout since it means John will be making dinner!
Bummer on the tickets, but what a great story, beautiful artwork, and tasty recipe ensemble. Bravo! I am really going to enjoy your newsletter.
Thanks Brenda! Just subscribed to your newsletter!
You are welcome, Vicki, and thank YOU!
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!
Thanks Wayne! My husband loves to share stories about the cold that he grew up with in Minneapolis.
So once when we were skiing at Lutsen on the north shore of Lake Michigan, our eyes froze shut riding up the chair lift. We had to squint a long time to thaw them out. That was followed by only one run down the slope before we dashed into the chalet to sit by the roaring fire!