Jelly Fries A Fish For Dinner

The worm wiggled and jiggled and jumped right off the hook and into the water.

"Plop!" went the worm.

Using her fingers, Jelly grabbed another worm, picked up the hook with her other hand, and carefully slipped the wiggly, jiggly worm right on the hook.

"Yes!" she yelled, jumping up and down. "I did it, Gram! Look! The worm is on my hook!"

Now that Jelly had the worm on her hook, she carefully put it back into the water. Down the worm went, deeper, deeper and deeper into the cold, clear water. Catching fish for dinner was one of their favorite things to do.

This was the first time she had caught a fish all by herself. As a reward, her grandmother said that she could fry the fish for dinner.

She could hardly wait.

Author: Jennifer Hill Booker, Erin Hill Williams
Publisher: Tallahatchie Tales
Published: 03/31/2021
Pages: 38
Binding Type: Paperback
Weight: 0.32lbs
Size: 8.50h x 11.00w x 0.10d
ISBN: 9781736738016
Audience: Ages 4-8

About the Author
Hill Booker, Jennifer: - We spent every summer in the Mississippi Delta visiting our grandparents and running barefoot on the red dirt roads. Our earliest memories of fried catfish were at our annual family reunion. Every year our family would all meet up with all our relatives in Charleston, Mississippi, to celebrate our Big Mama's birthday. The celebration was kicked off the Friday before Labor Day with a huge fish fry. Big cast iron pots full of bubbling hot lard would be filled with catfish, brim, perch, buffalo, and french fries. We would eat the piping hot fish on slices of white bread with hot pepper sauce and mustard. Now, our children spend their summers creating their own memories of the Mississippi Delta.Hill Williams, Erin: - We spent every summer in the Mississippi Delta visiting our grandparents and running barefoot on the red dirt roads. Our earliest memories of fried catfish were at our annual family reunion. Every year our family would all meet up with all our relatives in Charleston, Mississippi, to celebrate our Big Mama's birthday. The celebration was kicked off the Friday before Labor Day with a huge fish fry. Big cast iron pots full of bubbling hot lard would be filled with catfish, brim, perch, buffalo, and french fries. We would eat the piping hot fish on slices of white bread with hot pepper sauce and mustard. Now, our children spend their summers creating their own memories of the Mississippi Delta.Merchant, J'Aaron: - J'Aaron is a native of the U.S. Virgin Islands, but has made her home in Northwest Arkansas. As an illustrator she strives to create magical content for children of diverse backgrounds. Her mission is to provide the youth of today a window into themselves, through inspiration, imagination, and illustration.

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