One of my friends said I COULD do that. He was never mean about it....just very confused. He had a two cats and we went to DC and had separate rooms and we ate boulabase (sp) at an expensive French restaurant.
The last really good fish stew I enjoyed was at a very exclusive male only gathering under the equipment shed at Don’s sawmill on the Poor Farm Road! Chef Donald really outdid himself that evening. It was incredibly delicious and all the more so when accompanied by beer, off-color jokes and raucous laughter. All in all it was one of those occasions that leaves a man thinking that he has finally solved the mystery of what life is all about.
It was Catfish stew of course.