Monday was the first day of fishing season here in this part of NB and my son caught a trout and couldn't wait to eat it. Last night I was busy with a meeting so I couldn't cook it but tonight I was home for the night. With it being so nice out, I decided, since my wife also despises the smell of cooked trout, to barbeque. I prepared my secret flour batter and placed 4 modest size trout (three frozen from the end of last season) on some tinfoil. I added some butter to brown them up some and placed them on my barbeque.
Once the trout were on the heat I took the time to hoe my garden into some rows for the planting season. We have some peas and beans already started and we may have been to eager. The plants are getting root tied in the small space we have them in and its looking like at least another week before I can move them to the garden. Temperatures on Sunday and Monday are supposed to drop to -6*C. Despite that this evening the temperature was great for some light yard work and a barbeque.
Typically, Seth is a picky eater, one thing he does love though is trout. He gobbled three and left me with one, which meant I got warmed up chicken strips. The chicken was good as Shaylee, my daughter, would attest too. They paled in comparison to the trout in my opinion but Shaylee would likely disagree there. When I think of how peaceful and enjoyable my evening has been, and the kids aren't in bed yet, I can't help but feel a bit of guilt as I continue to hear about the bombing in Boston, MA. I thank God for the way he has blessed me and my family and ask he watches over those struggling elsewhere tonight and maybe feed them some fish.