Tonight, Friday night, we had fish for dinner. Growing up surrounded by Catholics who believed that Fridays should be meatless, and that fish wasn't meat, this has always made perfect sense to me.
If you have never experienced a Friday night fish fry in the upper Midwest, you really should.
I have very early memories of fishing on the Milwaukee River, and in lakes in Door County. These are musky lures, handed down to my husband from his grandfather in Wisconsin. Muskies are enormous fish that are a challenge to catch, but aren't really for eating.
Just for fun I also bought a handful of "night smelt" that still smelled of the cold waters where they were netted. These are fried whole, bones and all, so you get your full allowance of calcium.