151/366 [Fish on Friday]

Fishy

When I was growing up the “No Meat on Friday’ rule was strictly observed. Not only by our Roman Catholic neighbours but also by imported Anglican families such as my own. Once or twice a year, Dad would take himself off to buy a family sized serve of fish and chips. Money was tight and there were seven of us to feed so this was a very rare treat. I still like ringing my local fish and chip shop with our order and driving down to pick it up and bring home to share. Not much good for my arteries but worth it for the feeling of anticipation on Friday afternoon.

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~ by korechronicles on May 30, 2008.

4 Responses to “151/366 [Fish on Friday]”

  1. Mmmm…fish and chips. There is something I really like about neon signs. I almost find them comforting, which seems like it would say scary things about my childhood.

    Thanks for your great comment on my blog. I appreciate the time you took to formulate it, and your utilisation of “mindfuck”.

  2. I am now residing in sunny South Carolina but am from Rhode Island originally. Although it may not compare to your fish and chips, I surely do miss the ones we had every friday (heck and any other day we could). Ah…memories

  3. Here from NCLM…

    I’m really enjoying your pictures! What a great way to document your memories.

  4. I too have memories of “Fish Fridays.” In the U.S., we had “fish sticks,” which are nasty, processed fish goo sticks that are breaded and baked. The only way I could manage to eat them as a child was to smother them in tartar sauce.

    LOL at your comment on my blog re: DH. I think MM is a lovely moniker. 🙂

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