As I Told you earlier, Soccer Girl has returned from summer camp. We couldn't be happier about that, nad as I mentioned in my previous post on the subject, our day went exactly as planned.
The pick-up location was near Tyson's Corner mall (you Washingtonians will know where that is), which is in the northern reaches of Fairfax county, Virginia... almost to the Maryland line. So, with the proximity of the mall, we proceeded to take our hungry camper to get a burger at Five Guys... after which we went to the great Barnes & Noble in the mall, where little miss-reads-alot scored a pile of new books.
We didn't stay at the mall long, as a certain someone was flagging a bit, and needed to get home to her room. Since it was her special day, I told her that she could have anything that she wanted for dinner... whatever it was. So she decided on fish sticks.
Not just any fish sticks, she said. "The fresh kind, not the frozen ones, daddy!... and I want to do the cooking." Well, ok.... we'll do it.
I took the family home, and we carried all of her accoutrement (hey, that's French for "stuff") in the house, and headed for Wegmans (yay!). I got home to find the house empty... the ladies having decided to go to the pool. Which was fine by me... it gave me a chance to do a little laundry (SG's socks were effing atrocius!).
Once returned and showered, the newly scrubbed Soccer Girl went about breading the Tialapia strips that someone (take a good guess as to who that might have been!) had cut into the appropriately sized strips. She dipped each strip in flour, then in the egg wash, and then rolled the strip in Corn Flake crumbs.
Each breaded strip went onto the tray until there were enough strips to be ready for the frying pan.
Now, I have to tell you, that the process of breading strips of fish is laborious, and a certain someone decided that she would rather talk to mommy rather than continue. So a different someone (if you guessed ME, you are correct) got to finish the process.
I won't go into too much detail about the cooking process, as I figure that you are all bright enough to noodle through that part.
Golden, crispy, flavorful fish sticks, that didn't come from Mrs Paul, accompanied by steamed green & wax beans.