My mom made cod fish cakes about once a month when I was a kid. We were Catholic, so we didn't eat meat on Friday. Outside of the summer, there wasn't much fresh of anything to be found where I lived, and that was right next to the ocean. So, the fish mixture came out of a box. I ate the fish cakes – covered in ketchup because it was better than the once frozen one-pound block of mystery fish that mom over-baked on other Fridays.
I haven't paid attention to meatless Fridays in a long, long time. Mr. Lear and I eat fish when we want to, not because we have to – especially on any given day. But I have found an alternative to the box cakes.
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