When it comes to dinner, I’m usually the type to fly by the seat of my pants and throw something together according to my hormones, the phase of the moon, time constraints and the state of my taste buds.
Having not thawed anything for dinner, I adorned my men with spinners, worms and bobbers and sent them to the nearest waterway to catch it.
I also may have barked something about not coming back unless they had a fish.
Being that I still had to feed my family fairly quick, I dug around in the freezer until I unearthed a bag of shrimp. It would have to do considering the fish my men delivered was inedible. Flakey, yes, but not at all like its edible counterpart.