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My parrain loved catfish. He’d take it fried, but what really got him going was a sauce piquant. He grew up on the prairie outside of Lafayette, and every summer they’d go hand fishing along the basin.
He always said you could taste it when a fish was pulled out of the water on a line. The best meat came off catfish you coaxed out by hand. The big ones holed up under cypress stumps and in burrows along the bank, and all you had to do to get them out was reach your hand up in the hole and grab them by the lip.