See You at the Fish Fry

On Tuesday, I shared with you photos I took at a Bahamian cemetery. The reason I was near that cemetery was because I was in the area for the weekly fish fry. The event starts at 6 p.m., so if you arrive earlier, the place looks like this:

But if you arrive at 7 p.m., the line looks like this:

You may wonder why the heck all these people are willing to to stand in line. Here's what's being served right there on the beach:

I recommend you start with an order of conchy conch fritters, then a plate of fried fish, peas & rice and baked macaroni and cheese:

Gross? No way. No how. This is the best thing you'll have all year, and the view from your seat isn't half bad either:

Now at this point, the haters are going to ask what this has to do with genealogy. It's about creating family memories, my friends. The answer is here:

We do this once a year, every year. Won't you join us next time?