I am participating in an A to Z blog challenge, and have a theme. But we have Sunday's "off," so I am going to tell you about something on a different topic that I must share.
A week or so ago a grooming customer sat in my studio and chatted with me while I gave his dog a spring time makeover. He is in his 80's, and more active than most 30 year old's I know. "It's trout fishing season," he told me. "I catch hundreds every year." I thought about those words and said, "I don't believe I've ever had fresh trout." He looked at me with deep sorrow in his eyes.
This afternoon at 5 there was a loud knock on the door. There was my customer, carrying an antique fishing creel. "It belonged to my father," he said. There were 6 fresh trout inside, iridescent, spotted and just caught.
My husband joined in. He is an old hand at cooking fish,but this was our first time with fresh trout.
Trout caught moments before, within a mile of our house.
It was a feast! An incredible, delicate, delicious feast. Flavored by the kindness of the gift.
I may need to take up trout fishing.