FYI, there’s nothing fancy-schmancy about this baked breaded whole catfish. And when I say “whole” I meant the usual American way which is headless, gutted, and skinless. In the Philippines where I was born and some other Asian countries, the whole fish with head and skin would be cooked. If not as a whole fish, the head would be cooked into a hearty soup. See, in the Philippines and other Asian countries, fishing is a way to put food on the table. In America, fishing is an activity, or a sport or a hobby. Most fishermen would take a picture or video, talk about how big the fish is, then throw it back into the water. I can almost hear voices in my head, “Alright Dexie, I Get It“. Oh wait, that was my husband sounding annoyed at my constant jabber and whining about this particular topic… Haha!
Where was I again? Oh yeah, that this baked catfish is not fancy-schmancy. But I’m posting this here because this bad boy was caught by my 13 yr. old son last Sunday night when he and his Dad went fishing. This was the day after we got so much rain and wind courtesy of Hurricane Irene. We’re estimating that the fish is about 12 lbs, give or take.
Let me go back to the American way and my husb...