Here are the spoils from Middle Hawthorne's successful fishing trip yesterday. Three black drums and one flounder.

Middle Hawthorne, cleaning his fish.

So glad I didn't have to do this.

That's not a tattoo on the side of Middle Hawthorne's head. It's the shadow from the hammock chain.

Looks like he knows what he's doing.

Yummy fish guts.

All done.

Mr. Hawthorne is filleting the flounder for supper tonight.

Slice down the middle.

Scrape the fillet off.

And there's the fillet.

Mr. Hawthorne shows the line where he's going to cut.

First cut down the middle of the flounder.

He scrapes off the fillet.

Mr. Hawthorne looks like he knows what he's doing.

The fillet is almost removed.

Fillets ready for frying.

Mr. Hawthorne washes and scrapes off a few scales Middle Hawthorne missed.

Mr. Hawthorne expertly fries the fillets.


A three part dip:
Seasoned flour (salt, pepper, and Old Bay), then egg wash, then a semolina/flour mixture.

Peanut oil tonight, since that's all I had.

Delicious.