The effective fish scaling tools were available but their use was restricted to the adults. I suspect it was part of a plan to keep the kids occupied, dodging scales and trying to keep the work area neat and tidy. We weren't told about scaling the fish underwater but that was probably another part of the plan, keeping the kids busy while the grown-ups played cribbage.
Mr. Beagles is spot-on with his assessment of the fish skin. Perch fried in butter? Nothing better, and it's like potatos; when done right the best flavor is in the skin.
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Sorry, Uncle Ken, but I still don't buy your "enemy of my enemy" logic, despite your facile assignment of mathematical symbols. I smell a trap, some mental sleight of hand to confuse and confound. I tossed out your argument because of something I remember from a college class I took while overseas, Logic and Semantics. It had to do with an "if" statement beginning a syllogism; the argument is not logically valid. I forget the details, but that's my story and I'm sticking to it. And assigning mathematical values and operations to the "enemy of my enemy" is meaningless, in my opinion. The nature of friendship and enmity transcend any mathematical mumbo-jumbo. Suppose I have two enemies and for the sake of argument let's call them Mr. Beagles and Uncle Ken. But then I find out that Mr. Beagles and Uncle Ken are also enemies of each other. Does that make either one of them my friend? If so, who is the friend, if any, of the Old Dog?
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Whenever our discussions touch on areas of history my mind wanders to other facets of antiquity, occasionally bumping into some curious facts. The Roman Empire, for instance. We were taught that it was huge, an amazingly large chunk of the world under Roman rule. And indeed it was; at it's height the Roman Empire covered 2.2 million square miles of land. Then I checked something out...the United States covers about 3.7 million square miles, and Canada and Russia are even larger. Huh.
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On Sunday, during the Bears game I think, there was a curious commercial for Google. No dialogue, just a bunch of images and scenes accompanied by a cover version of the Beatles' song Help. How odd, I thought. Why would Google, with it's overwhelming share of the search market, even bother with advertising? Maybe they have something up their digital sleeve and are preparing the sheep for further shearing.
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I found another amusing diversion today. I mention it only because of Uncle Ken's statement about black-eyed peas bringing good luck for the New Year, and I quote: “Eating black-eyed peas and cornbread on New Year’s Day brings good luck all year. I was born and raised in Texas and have heard this all my life.” — Candace, Dallas, Texas
One food myth I remember from my childhood had to do with a distant cousin of mine. He had a rheumatic heart for a while and it was blamed on his consumption of potato chips and the drinking of Coca Cola, which is why neither were present in our home. Ginger Ale and 7-Up were fine, though, but never chips--only popcorn.
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And hot off the wires, The Good Place has been renewed for a fourth season.
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