After years of poking fun at my wife for eating a fish that gave its name to a white trash hairstyle, I finally relented yesterday and had a plate of golden fried mullet. I made sure that there were other things available in case after a bite I started feeling the urge to chew tobacco and wear overalls. But the mullet was pretty tasty, less fishy than I expected, but fishy enough to make it very similar to catfish. What made the experience even more entertaining was the fact that we had the mullet in the Pensacola diner behind which Ted Bundy was first spotted by Pensacola PD in his VW Beetle in 1978. They would pull him over a few blocks away and the state of Florida would electrocute him a decade or so later. We asked the woman working the cash register if anyone there remembered Bundy's arrest. She gave us a funny look as if she were thinking, "More of those sicko's. And these'ns ate mullet."
By the way, the restaurant was across the street from the (in)famous Brownsville Assembly of God, home to a "Revival" that has been going strong since Father's Day of 1995.
Tonight, we plan on going to a farmhouse-turned-restaurant in a little place called Perdido, Alabama. Not to be confused with Perdido Beach, this little town is a hole in the road between the slightly populated old railroad communities of Atmore and Bay Minette. According to my parents, the farmhouse serves up a mean, freshly slaughtered cow. I can't confirm rumors that one must help with the slaughter.
Just in case this is the last post before the old guy slides down your chimney, have a nice Christmas or whatever your holiday persuasion happens to be.