"If it ain't fried, it ain't food"

"In the South if it ain't fried, it ain't food" said my Grandmother this past weekend at our family fish fry.  Lately I have really learned the meaning of family and how important they are to me.  Since we all live in different places these reunions, which usually are surrounded some type of cooking (this one being a fish fry), are very important.  

My dad's side of the family came up from Mobile with freshly caught fish that morning.  We then proceeded to catch Catfish with my niece and nephew that day. For the record, I am not good at fishing, the mundane task of casting and reeling in without a fish on the line is not appealing to my ADD personality.  But I cannot complain, watching my niece catch her first fish wearing a seersucker two piece monogrammed swimsuit holding her very own Barbie fishing pole made it worth it.

While the fish were being battered the family got competitive with a pool version of Volleyball.  Sadly, my team lost. 

It was nice to take the time to disconnect from all things electronic and focus on the important things.  Silly stories with my family, tall tales about the giant Catfish in my grandfather's pond, and my nephew showing me his newest Karate moves.  

All in all there is nothing like a day at the Lake.