It's breakfast time here and youse dufes are starting to gag me! I've never been a big fish eater, but if I eat it, it almost always has to be fried. I will say, during my old bear hunting/walleye fishing days in the bush of Northern Canada, I LOVED fresh caught, fried walleye. Of course, when I DO eat fish, it's fried and usually about a 50/50 mixture of fish and tartar sauce ... and lots of lemon. That said, Lynn could LIVE of of fish if I didn't drag her down to my level. Shellfish? No problem. Crab, lobster, scallops and shrimp are the bomb. Clams? Fried (ok) or in chowder. Crawfish, fine, but WAY too much work for that little chunk of meat ... just give me his big daddy, the lobster. Don't even get those nasty-assed oysters near me. Anyone who'd suck down one of those slimy balls of snot, would suck a d..k! (fortunately, Lynn LOVES oysters!)

Weird thing is, I can tear up a boatload of sushi and sashimi.