September 8, 2009
It's 6:30 pm and we're sun-stroked at the front of my house. Our bodies are boiled from fun. We have drank too much, eaten too much, swam too much. We're useless.
I find that the best thing to do is fry up some smelts. Some crispy fried little fishes. I generously season a plate of cornstarch and dredge their little bodies for that added crunch. I heat a wok filled with oil on high and flash fry them.
The man at the fish counter told me they handled like french fries, only they fry faster --1-2 minutes, that's all they need.
I bring my dad a plate of little fishes, dressed with a lemon. Then, I join the quiet crowd outside. My friends and I squint at the sun and munch down the hot smelts and drink the last of the beer. Head, tail, entrails and all. It's magic hour.