At 8:30 in the morning, after several sputters, our rental boat’s motor was completely dead.
On Lake Minnetonka, my dad and I sat floating halfway between Casco and Locke Point.
I kept quiet while my dad, a mechanic, fumbled with the motor. The complexity and frequency of his expletives grew with every minute spent stagnant. Continue reading “Build Flavor One Step after Another: One-Skillet Panfish Fry with Guinness Tartar Sauce”