Something remarkable happened at the Boudreaux household last night. It was a most extraordinary event. Grab those notepads, pull out those pens, this is breaking news, my friends.
Toby Joe not only cooked a most excellent fish meal for me, but he ate it too. That’s right, vegan boy Toby Joe ate fish. And the angels sang and the cherubs came to me and my life became a little easier.
I think he enjoyed it, too. Although, he didn’t like the fact that bass gave him that same sticky-toothed feeling that chicken does. I know that feeling. And I understand.