Friday night I ate my first catfish at Shaw's Fish house. It was out in the middle of "Bubba Country" according to my host. I'm not making this up. On the way there we drove by
Persimmon Hill Baptist Church. We drove by three signs offering DNA paternity testing. But. . . much to my surprise. . . the catfish was very good. I suppose you might say it tasted more like cat than fish!
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