During Lent the local churches advertise the hell out of their fish fry events on Fridays. We may have had fish frys in California but I cannot remember eating at one or seeing any advertised.
Logic tells me that where there are Catholics and there is a large body of water to pull fish from there will be fish frys so we must have had them in California. However they are more common in the Midwest and Northeast.
We have lived here for years and never partaken in the fish fry until last week.
Since we aren't associated with a parish I was hesitant about wandering into a local church, throwing down some cash for take-out food, and sauntering away as the honest, God-fearing, regularly church attending folk all gave me the side-eye as they either sensed the dark side within me or did what all small town folk do when they see a new face: struggle to identify the person and place them with a family. I come from a small town so I know the routine-a harmless one but still nerve-wracking to the outsider.
But earlier this month David came home and said a local catering company that also serves lunch daily would be staying open late on Fridays to offer fish fry. I told him: "We got to get some of that!" and then we did because I wanted fish but not the small town side-eye.
The picture above is a standard take-out fish fry: fried fish (Lake Erie perch), tartar sauce, coleslaw, bread roll, butter (Land O' Lakes because this is the Midwest/NE! Duh!), and a handful of pierogi all lovingly nestled in a bad-for-the-planet styro-whatever-styrene container.
The last bit of that delicious masterpiece- the pierogi- is a dumpling and a regional staple. They are usually filled with potatoes, onions, sauerkraut, and cheese. In this form they are of Central or Eastern European origin. David had the pierogi and my dinner came with french fries (not pictured because we are all familiar with french fries) so I basically had fish and chips.
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