Blackened Catfish
One bite of this blackened catfish takes me straight back to the place where I grew up — a little neighborhood where the fish market sat just down the street and the day’s catch was cheaper than anything in the grocery store. We ate fish constantly, not because it was fancy, but because it was fresh, abundant, and part of the rhythm of life.
Out here in the Southwest, good catfish is surprisingly hard to find. Most places serve it bland and timid, nothing like the bold, spicy fillets I grew up with. So I make my own. This blackened catfish is my favorite version — smoky, fiery, and full of the flavor I remember. It’s the closest thing to stepping back into my childhood kitchen.



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