Back in highschool I worked a cattle ranch during the summers. The spread boss was a mexican that didn't speak English real well. Awesome dude.
Anyhow, his wife made us burritos everyday. Us high schoolers would always pitch in with the funds, and made sure she got a little extra money for her troubles. She always kept us fed wonderfully well. She made by far the best authentic burritos I ever had nor will ever have again. It would be very hard to find a better cook then that lady.
One day it was "fich brito" day. Man let me tell you,......We stuffed ourselves on those baby's. Best fish and buritos ever! Period.
I asked, "Hey, Cisco....What kind of fish is this? It's out of this world good!!!!"
He said, "UUmmmmmmm...Catchum down reever." (caught them in the river.)
I says, "Oh.... Catfish. Yes catfish is good fish."
His reply, "C, senior.....Some catfich....Mostly the beegger whans tho....." (Yes, some catfish. But mostly the bigger fish. 'meaning carp')
They were deliciouse burritos. For the next couple of summers I would go to the river and catch a cooler full of carp and take them to Cisco so his wife would fix us Carp burritos.
My mouth is watering just thinking about them!!!! I took her some bass once to try in her recipy, but they weren't nearly as good as the carp ones.
Todd