Fish Tacos, Sort-of-Ensenada-Style Mexican Slaw and all the fixin’s

Summertime and the living is easy

Fish are jumping and the cotton is high

Your daddy’s rich and your mama’s good-looking

Hush, little baby don’t you cry

don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry

no no no no don’t cry, don’t cry

Uncle Joe has a cabin by a lake near Aberdeen. Rocky fished there and brought home 12 of the best-ever walleye and we had a family fish fry the night after we all got home. Delish! {soft fried corn shells, guac and sour cream, cheese, the slaw with jalepenos, fresh tomato and cilantro salsa…omygosh…yummmmmm!}

No, these aren’t ours. These are google-images. We ate ours too fast to photograph them…but these? Bring back goooood memories!

Gavin and Guini spent the night and started asking for lunch 20 minutes after breakfast was over. You know what they wanted? That leftover fried walleye! They know a good thing when they taste it.