After moving out of my parent's house, I started to get home sick for mama's cooking. Granted, I was only 4 miles away, I was now too grown and too much of an adult to run home to mommy when I wanted to eat. So, one day I was having a craving for salmon patties. I called mama and got the recipe, went to the store, bought what we needed and proceeded to make the croquettes. Fried them up nice and golden brown and sat down at the table to devour them. Feeling so very proud of myself, I took the first bite. I could barely swallow it. It tasted funny and was crunchy. Why was my salmon patty nothing like my mother's?
Well, to make our story even longer, I called my mother the next day to find out what I did wrong. First thing she asked was did I pick out the bones? BONES!?!? Why did my can of salmon have bones in it? This was very new and disturbing news to me. Mama, in her most motherly way, went on to explain that canned salmon contained little bones that can be eaten, but most often are picked out. Hence the reason she always used tuna. WHAT?!?!? She had been making our salmon croquettes w/ tuna my entire life. So, to continue w/ this tradition; the below salmon croquettes are actually tuna...
The first batch was too flaky and fell apart, had to add more bread crumbs to the next batch and it turned out much better.
Well, to make our story even longer, I called my mother the next day to find out what I did wrong. First thing she asked was did I pick out the bones? BONES!?!? Why did my can of salmon have bones in it? This was very new and disturbing news to me. Mama, in her most motherly way, went on to explain that canned salmon contained little bones that can be eaten, but most often are picked out. Hence the reason she always used tuna. WHAT?!?!? She had been making our salmon croquettes w/ tuna my entire life. So, to continue w/ this tradition; the below salmon croquettes are actually tuna...
The first batch was too flaky and fell apart, had to add more bread crumbs to the next batch and it turned out much better.
