Pray for Me: The Blackened Trout Incident
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.
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.
✨ While You Wait for the Recipe…
I’m still putting the finishing touches on that blackened trout recipe, but why not hang out a little longer? Swing by Dana’s Good Things, where I share simple moments that make life sweeter—like my coffee ritual that keeps me grounded (and a little more awake!). Sometimes it’s not about spice or sass, just the little things worth savoring.
