Pray for Me: The Blackened Trout Incident
A funny spicy food story about blackened trout, mama’s spicy meltdown, and why I might need a new bottle of cayenne. If you’ve ever had to cook for a picky eater, this one’s for you.
She Ate the Spicy Rice Too. Y’all, I Can’t Win.
But before I go, let me tell you: It’s not just me. The other day, I made a chicken and rice meal, added some real heat because I knew it was for me only. I sat down, put on a nice movie, and here comes Mama.
“I want some,” she says.
“Mom… it’s hot. Spicy hot.”
“Oh, I don’t mind.”
(Stares.)
She gobbled down a nice-sized bowl—sniffling the whole time—talking about, “It’s a little hot, but it’s good.”
Sigh.
Pray for me, y’all.
The Blackened Trout Incident
I love spice. Cheyanne is just fine with me. And when I eat Indian food (the country, y’all), I want it hot—nose running, eyes blinking, breathing through my mouth kind of hot. I told y’all before, I’m okay... just pray for me. 😂
What you’re about to read is a funny spicy food story about a blackened trout recipe that didn’t go over so well with the family. I tried to be nice. I really did. But some people can’t handle a little heat—even when it’s barely there.
Anyway.
It’s getting hard out here for a flavor-loving girl. I keep trying to make concessions for folks who can’t handle a little heat. The other day, I made a fabulous blackened steelhead trout—you’ll see it soon—and I dialed the heat down a little, just to be nice.
She Said It Was “Too Hot” – I Know Better
Mom takes one bite… and spits it out, gasping for water like I fed her a mouthful of lava. Full-on coughing fit. I’m looking at her like, Ma’am. Be serious.
Now, I made that spice mix myself. I know I didn’t overdo it. Okay... maybe I was a little heavy-handed, but it wasn’t hot. I promise! It was flavorful! Of course, she starts putting on a show—coughing, waving her hand, looking betrayed. You should’ve heard us. Straight-up Abbott and Costello. Or maybe the Stooges.
So, being the sweet daughter that I am (looks around innocently), I took her piece of fish and scraped off all the seasonings. Yes, scraped. it. off.
Then I fixed my plate—and guess what? No heat. None. Nada. I’m sitting there like, “Really? This is what she called spicy?” 😂 Drama.
But I’ll give her this—once the seasonings were gone, she did love that fish. And I liked mine too, even though I could’ve used a little extra kick. Honestly? I think I need a fresher bottle of cayenne.