Southern Fish Fry: Just Like Mama Used to Make (And Maybe Even Better)
Alright. I’ve gotta tell you, there’s something about a Southern fish fry that just feels like home—even if you didn’t grow up in the South. Growing up, we didn’t need much of a reason to fry fish. Maybe Uncle Harold showed up with a cooler full of fresh catfish from the creek. Maybe it was payday. Or maybe we just felt like gathering up folks and making a mess in the kitchen. Whatever the reason, once that skillet hit the stove and the cornmeal hit the oil, everyone magically appeared—cousins, neighbors, folks we hadn’t seen in months. It was always …