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Catfish are fun to catch, more fun to eat
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Whether catching it or cooking it, catfish are simply enjoyable. The fishs versatility also makes it great for stews and gumbos. - photo by Stock photo

Unlike a bass, which gulp down live bait or ambush an artificial lure, catfish like to tease a fisherman. That rascal will nibble at the bait just a little, sometimes pulling on it without clamping down.
It’s at this point when an experienced fisherman sets the hook and lands a fish that’s fun to catch and even more fun to eat.
Some folks love to eat catfish but won’t catch their own because they’ve previously met the business end of that sharp, boney dorsal fin or the equally lethal pectoral fins. I deal with those fins by holding the fish from the hook in its mouth then sliding my other hand up its back until I can lock my fingers around and between all three fins. I then quickly clip off the fins with catfish skinning pliers.
Georgia has a variety of catfish, including brown and yellow bullheads, flatheads, channel cats and blue cats. Unless you’re fishing the Altamaha, you’re most likely to catch bullheads around these parts. They’re not as big as flatheads, channel and blue cats, but they’re good. They’re all good, although flatheads sometimes have a muddy taste.
My favorite keeper-size catfish are about 12-18 inches long. Catfish that are longer than 18 inches are sometimes a little tough and don’t taste much like a catfish. I won’t bother filleting one that’s smaller than 10-12 inches. If it’s smaller than six inches long, I throw it back. After I’ve skinned, headed, gutted and washed them, I score or fillet my catfish then prep them for cooking.
I prefer my catfish fried, but I’ll eat them grilled or broiled or as the main ingredient of a stew. A friend of mine, Jennifer Scales, recently brought some catfish stew that she’d just made by my office. It was delicious. She told me she sautéed some white onions and green onions in a large pan then added chunks of farm-raised catfish. The only seasoning she added was some lemon-pepper and salt. Jennifer serves her catfish stew over a bed of white rice. As I said, it was delicious. She admitted she goes light on the seasonings, which was OK because I always add a little hot sauce anyway.
Some restaurants that feature what they call catfish stew would more accurately call it soup. Their catfish stew includes onions and seasonings, along with a lot of broth plus taters, tomatoes, corn and okra. It’s like a soupy gumbo. Some of it is pretty good. Others need a little help from Texas Pete or Tony Chachere’s Creole Seasoning.
When I fry catfish, I start with House Autry Mills Seafood Breader. To that, I mix a little all-purpose flour because I prefer light breading. I also mix some Creole seasoning, and maybe a little extra black pepper in the breading. I don’t wash my whole catfish or fillets in an egg/milk mix as that makes the breading cake up. I want to taste catfish, not batter.
When they’re available and I can afford them, I fix some wild Georgia shrimp to go with my catfish. The freshwater fish and saltwater shellfish just seem to go together. After I’ve peeled and deveined the shrimp, I roll each one in the same breading mix as the catfish. The shrimp actually take a little longer to cook than the fish, so I fix them first. That also gives me something to sample while my catfish are frying to a crispy, golden brown in a large iron skillet or my wife’s deep fryer. The aroma of shrimp and catfish frying is one of life’s simple pleasures, ranking right up there with my wife’s smile or a hug from one of my grandbabies.
This catfish and shrimp combo is served with cheese grits, cole slaw and hushpuppies. Because the guests of honor are fried, it’s probably not what the food police would call healthy, but that’s irrelevant. I eat what I like — in moderation, of course. Catfish, though, are one of those food items where moderation means all-you-can-eat.

Email murray at rmurray@coastalcourier.com.

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Tomatoes are terrific summertime treats
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Tomatoes are even good eaten raw, right after picking and a wash. - photo by Stock photo

Every day, twice a day I check my garden to see if I have any “maters” ripe and ready for picking. In less sophisticated parts of the country, this veggie-fruit is called a tomato, but I live in Georgia, so I call them maters.
I don’t even want to think about what Italian or Mexican cuisine would be like without maters, so I’ll just focus on how delicious they are fresh off the vine. I love a fresh sliced, homegrown mater with some fresh sliced, homegrown cukes.
That’s what folks in North Carolina call cucumbers. I lived there long enough to pick up some Tarheel lingo. Cukes are not to be confused with kooks, which can be contagious during political seasons.
Mater and cuke slices deserve a sprinkling of sea salt and cracked black pepper before eating by themselves or as a side dish with any Southern meal. They add character to everything. I especially like mine with fried chicken or pork barbecue.
Sometimes I’ll eat a mater, cuke and Vidalia onion salad with just a drizzle of ranch dressing. Salt and pepper too, of course. I first discovered this salad at K&W Cafeteria, a family restaurant chain based in Greensboro, North Carolina. They left out the Vidalias, though. I first found Vidalias included with maters and cukes on a salad bar in Georgia.
Fresh mater slices are pretty much mandatory on most sandwiches. A summer picnic with grilled hamburgers wouldn’t be the same without a large slice of beefeater mater. In fact, some of us enjoy a plain mater sandwich. Just add a little mayo, salt and pepper.
When I ate mater sandwiches as a kid, I figured we didn’t have any burgers, ham or bologna to put on our sandwiches. I quickly learned to love them and didn’t care if I had anything else to go with the mater slices.
Bacon? Well, that’s different. Bacon and maters were made for each other (with mayo, salt and pepper). You really don’t need lettuce, which has no nutritional value anyway. If you want a healthy BLT (if that’s possible), use spinach leaves in place of lettuce. If you’re really hungry, add a -pound grilled Angus beef patty with cheddar cheese (then throw away any notion of eating healthy). Rest assured a homegrown mater will blend its sweet-acidic flavors with these add-ons.
There are a variety of maters for the backyard gardener. This year I planted heirlooms and Burpee’s Big Boy hybrids as well as some cherry and grape maters. I also planted a yellow variety called Lemon Boy, which have a different but wonderful flavor. According to Prevention.com, red maters are slightly better for you than the yellow ones, mostly due to the extra Vitamin A and C. I like the yellow ones anyway.
I can’t tell the difference between cherry and grape maters, except that one tends to be a bit oblong. I prefer them to plum maters in a salad because plum maters are too big to eat whole. I’m not the only person to ever bite down on a plum mater, sending mater guts streaming across the table. I like roma maters though, which are really plum maters, only bigger. You have to slice them to eat them, which can save you an embarrassing moment.
In ancient times, folks thought maters were poisonous, maybe because the leaves of some varieties are poisonous. According to several online sources, maters originated in Central and South America and were taken into western North America and Europe by Spanish explorers. English explorers who first settled North Carolina’s coast brought with them a fear of maters that was prompted by the poison myth.
According to North Carolina’s barbecue history buff Bob Garner, drinks made with mater juice were consumed from a common drinking vessel at the time, the pewter mug. In those days, pewter mugs contained lead. The acid from the mater juice tended to leach lead from the mugs, which caused revelers to act like kooks (not cukes). This led folks to believe maters were poisonous. It was so strongly believed that eastern North Carolina barbecue sauce developed without maters, just a peppery vinegar.
I do like my maters, but I’m sort of glad they left them out of the eastern North Carolina barbecue sauce I also love. When I make summer visits to Wilbur’s BBQ in Goldsboro, I make sure I get a plate of homegrown, local maters to go with their delicious pork barbecue. The maters add character to their already-perfect barbecue.

Email Murray at rmurray@coastalcourier.com.

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