Cookbook #38: Great Good Food
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Adapted from Cookbook #38: Great Good Food Recipe: Catfish with Black Bean Salsa My grandfather died when I was in college--I was away and I didn't return to my hometown for the funeral. But I remember him well: the cans of Budweiser, the little white house, the tacky bronze fountain with a naked woman in it in his living room, and the fish cook outs. He had a fishing shack in a small town on the Mississippi River and from time to time he would take my brother and me fishing with him. I don't particularly remember liking fishing, but I certainly appreciated all of the accessories. For my birthday, I was gifted a fishing rod, and I had a fishing hat onto which I could hook my tackle. In the garage I kept a small orange tackle box with fifteen little compartments into which I could put my fancy jiggling lures or my plain sinkers. I would sometimes pull it down from the shelf above my father's work bench, and I would line up all of my lures in row, counting them