This afternoon, I was reminiscing about Friday night supper. My Sweet Mother and the Old Man would pick up fish from Eddie's Seafood House on their way home from work almost every Friday. To this day, I can still remember how awesome the smell from the two cardboard boxes of fish was. It wasn't over-powering - like a smell you'd have to spray Glade to cover up; it was just a good smell. And the fish and fries were always good, too. And Friday was one of the rare times that we all had Coke with our meal instead of our traditional iced tea.
We have kept the Friday fish tradition ever since. It's good, but just not the same as back in the day.
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