Fish must have been the main dish for the people in Jesus' day because it is mentioned so often in the Bible. Some of His disciples were fisherman. A little boy shared his two fish and bread and Jesus fed 5,000 men, plus women and children with that small gift. He cooked a fish breakfast for the disciples after His resurrection.

Fish was one of my favorite foods when I lived in Hedrick with my sister and brother-in-law. One night the Carters invited us down for supper. Ray had two uncles; Alfred Carter was outgoing and jolly, while Orville was nice but quiet.

Orville was a fisherman and this day he'd gone fishing in the river so they were having the fish he'd caught for supper.

My mouth was watering as Grandma Carter put dinner on the table. The fish looked so good I took a big helping but when I tasted it I could hardly swallow. I either made a bad face or my sister read my mind because she nudged me, "Don't say a word," she whispered. That fish seemed to grow as I tried to eat it but I finally finished the big helping I'd took.

"Would you like some more fish?" Grandma Carter asked.

I'm proud to say I didn't even groan as I refused a second helping.

My sister explained later that the fish was caught in the river and was a different kind than I was used to. All I knew was that I had discovered that all fish weren't created equal. It was a fish dinner never to be forgotten.

But I still loved fish until after I was married and lived for a year in Leadville, high in the Colorado Mountains. My husband went out fishing every night after work. Now I've never been a fisherman. I don't like to handle worms and can't imagine enjoying some poor little fish struggling against a human giant. But the girls and I went along just to enjoy the scenery. Every evening that summer we loaded our two little girls in the car and drove outside of town to a creek. There were a lot of streams close to Leadville. It was a beautiful country and my husband always caught a lot of fish.

He brought home so much trout our freezer was stuffed and overflowing with nothing but fish. I cooked fish so often we started getting gills. Every time we asked our friends "Would you like some fish?" they'd back off and shake their heads vigorously.

Fish never looked good to me again. I'm sure glad I didn't live in the Bible times, I'd have a hard time on a fish diet.