Something I Ate
To me, pescado frito is a dish that lets me reminisce about my mother. Within every bite lies not only a simple, yet delicious flavor but a snippet of my life as well.
I truly began to love this dish at the age of 10 when I spent a few months in my mother’s hometown, Manzanilla. Like unspoken law, my brother, mother, grandmother, and I would sit down and eat fried fish each day.
Manzanilla is located beside the beach which meant the seafood there was always fresh. Each day fishermen would arrive with their daily catch. The fish laid on melting ice awaited my mother to arrive and make her selection for the day.
As the fish was being prepared, either my brother or I would go down the stairs, 25 pesos in hand, walking to the tortillería for fresh tortillas. And whenever my grandmother’s supply of Coke ran low, one of us would walk to the general store right below our home to restock on Coke, sometimes bringing sparkling water for my mother.
It was a comfortable routine. One that remains fixed in my mind despite the years that have passed. I no longer have the ability to eat fried fish daily but when I tear into the steaming flesh with a tortilla in hand, I’m taken back in time, to a time of family and a simple, enduring joy.
Recipe section
Something something… equipment or tool section
1 skillet with high edges, wok, pot, etc.
Ingredient
1 huachinango, or mojarra. The former is better in my opinion. (descale, and gut)
So and so amount of oil
Optional: Pico de gallo
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