Deb as you know I grew up in Atlanta but Mom and Dad were raised in the 1930s in middle Georgia. We would go "home" most weekends when I was a kid. This is where my love of ponds and bream came from. Most saturday suppers were what my sister called "critter night". Fried fish, quail, doves, turtle soup, squirrel stew, All was good(sis disagrees) But my favorite was frog legs. Friday night the boys and young men would go gigging; skeeters, snakes, tall tales and a couple stolen beers. Frog legs were soaked in milk saturday breaded in meal and fried. Wish I had one now.
