Dang – I should have brought my camera with me today so I could have taken a picture of Bob and Ron’s Fish Fry for today’s post – because that is what I think of when I think of Gram and Lent and Fish and Fridays – Bob and Ron’s!!!
There are two things I like about Lent. First is Freihofer’s Hot Cross Buns – not the traditional ones with the crosses though – I love the ones with the cinnamon and sugar topping that you put in the oven to warm before you eat them, then gingerly cut them open and put pats of butter inside that melts into the doughy bun. To eat them you push the bun together so you can get a bite of fluffy bun, melted butter and the warm and crispy cinnamon and sugar all at once!! Oh that is soooooo good. Freihofer’s Bakery only makes them during Lent so you have to get them then.
The other thing I loved was picking up Fish Frys from Bob and Ron’s for dinner on Fridays. In Catholicism, you don’t eat red meat on Fridays during Lent. That meant dinner would be macaroni with cheese (the real kind – not Kraft), salmon casserole (which I loved), tuna noodle casserole (which I also loved) or, on special days, Gram would have Grampa run to Bob and Ron’s and bring us home fish frys. You could get them with tartar sauce or cocktail sauce. I would get half and half and then smear them together the entire length of the fish fry (which I still do today). We’d also get containers of their coleslaw. I have never had as good of cole slaw anywhere else.
When Gram got older and Grampa was gone, I would stop at Gram’s house all the time to have a cup of tea and, alot of the time, to have dinner. If it was a Friday I would usually suggest Bob and Ron’s and she would cheer up and say, yes – that’s a good idea. And I would run out and pick up our fish fries that we would share at her small kitchen table. It was always a treat.
I still go to Bob and Ron’s when I can. It is just part of my life. Bob and Ron have not owned it in a long time, and I have heard people complain that it is not as good now – that it used to be so much better, but I don’t notice. Its tradition. Its a special memory. Its a treat.
Tonight we had flounder and asparagus and rice and salad. We don’t live close enough to Bob and Ron’s to make it an option for us now. But I miss it. And I miss my Gram.