Picture this, a nice sunny Sunday afternoon in April at my brother Andy’s house. He and his lovely wife, Lady Di, invited us over for a “mess of catfish” with instructions not to bring anything but a hearty appetite! I asked the wife if she thought Andy had been fishing and her money was on Costco (our favorite shopping place)—as usual, she was right. Anyway, Andy, who fancies himself as a chef extraordinaire, didn’t use one of those Bayou Classic Fish Fryers and Fish Cookers, but his contraption got the job done just fine. Let Andy tell it, "I'm The Best Catfish Cooker in the South!" When he finished with that fish it reminded me of that poem by Edwina Reizer: "A mess of catfish on his plate, they were crispy as he ate." Yea—we had sides to, of particular note were the brownies, moist in the middle with a crunchy crispy top, Betty Crocker or Duncan Hines—who cares, they were DELICIOUS! There's nothing like chilaxing with FAM on a Sunday Afternoon.