I don’t particularly like salmon. I can eat it, and I like just about everything else that swims. It isn’t that it tastes bad, I can’t really explain my not caring for it. If I am a guest at someone’s house, and they serve it, I eat it without a word of complaint. It seems everyone else in my family and family additions really likes salmon. That is OK with me. I even cook it for them.
The interesting thing is that I like salmon patties. I cannot explain that either. I have eaten them my entire life. My mother used to make them. I can never remember her making cooked salmon. It was probably unaffordable in our budget. I discovered that after many years of marriage, that Martha could not stand salmon patties. She loved salmon. Interesting! In all those years, we had never had them in our house.
I can’t remember how the conversation went, but I was telling her that I really like salmon patties, and she told me how much she disliked them. I got her to agree to let me make my version of salmon patties, and she would try them. So, the big experiment began.
I went to the store and bought a can of salmon and made them for supper. She tentatively bit into one of them. She loved it. After that I would make them about once a month, and they became a staple for us. She never got to where I am, I like them left over on a bun with dill pickles and mayonnaise.
It is Lent, time to make a batch of them.
