MACKEREL SKY
by Joanna Gilman Hyde
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:11pm
When I was in Grade Five
at The Sandy Point Consolidated School
there was A Beautiful Dark Haired Girl
who told Us of Her Mother calling
a certain kind of cloud cover
“Mackerel Sky” for
the fillet-shaped fleshy flecks
of the fish I knew so well
from when My Mother used to roll Her Fillets
in flour and “froy them up roight crisp”
in butter served with lemon and parsley
Joanna Gilman Hyde 
A beautiful sentence – Proustian almost. 🙂 An opening paragraph for a longer piece perhaps. My Mom fried up pieces of breaded flounder every Friday – crisped like potato chips, and elbow macaroni with onions and peas in a light red sauce, unless of course we had potatoes and eggs. —CC
Thank you so much again Chagall — and I love hearing about stuff from your childhood.