When I was a kid, eating fish was an adventure. And rare. In the 1960s, seems like, most of the fish you ate had bones. And parents don’t like their kids eating fishbones.
Soon enough, fillets became standard, and eating fish was as easy as eating Fritos. But time was, you had to pick your fish meat off bones, tiny little bones that parents feared like a plague.
I went back in time Friday night. For dinner in downtown Amarillo, Texas, we ended up at an authentic Mexican joint, and you know it was authentic because it was a bunch of seafood and little melted cheese.