There are some foods in my life that I don’t eat because of past experience, poor expectations or dietary sensitivity. Cat fish falls I to the poor expectations category.
During World War II, my father was stationed in Ft. Leonardwood, MO and my mother was there. I remember during my childhood my mother talking about her experiences there. She talked about going to the farmers market and buying catfish. It was alive when she took it home in a bucket. She talked about how it was a bottom feeder and had the flavor of the muddy Mississippr river. We never had it when I was a child.
So, it was a shock when I liked it. Granted, I didn’t have to kill or filet the fish. I think it was farm raised and the muddy taste was not there. The grits had cheddar cheese and cooked poblano pepper added. The collard greens were braised. The meal was above average. I do thank Blue Apron for introducing me to another new food.