I'd first heard about this ridiculous combination of "main dishes" when I was a freshman in college, and met my neighbors from Memphis. Well, I hadn't given it much thought until today, when I stumbled on a thread on Facebook about spaghetti. Then someone mentioned fried fish on the side, and bam! My dinner menu was planned.
I even went out and bought a fancy new electric deep fryer. And let me tell you, deep fryers have come a long way since my grandma's Fry Daddy days. No splattering. No burnt oil. No burnt food. Lovely.
Well, long story short: Yum and yum. Not orgasmic *yum yum* but something to the effect of pleasantly pleasing *yum yum.*
Which brings me to a semi-unrelated-related note. Although I haven't a clue who or where he is, I had such an enjoyable meal this evening, that I feel fairly certain that my future husband will be the man who makes me a meal of spaghetti and fried fish.
Yeah. Sounds like bullshit to me, too, but that's where my head is at right now.
But seriously. I could really use more of this in my life.