Pan Fried Trout Recipe

It was a lovely day and Peter the friendly elf fancied some fish for his tea. Picking up his fishing basket and his fishing rod, he left his neat little white painted house at one end of the village of Trimble and went to call on his friend Pod, ‘Hi, Pod,’ said Peter. ‘It’s such a nice day I thought I would go fishing. Would you like to come?’

Pod was busy weeding his garden, but at the mention of fishing his ears pricked up and he said, ‘Ooo! I do like fish for my tea. If you wait until I put my trowel away and get my fishing rod, I will certainly come with you.’

‘OK,’ said Peter, and he sat on the little wooden bench in Pod’s front garden, relaxing in the warm sunshine while he waited.

Ten minutes later Pod came out of his cottage with his fishing basket over his shoulder, his fishing rod in one hand and another much larger basket in the other.

‘What’s in the big basket, Pod? Peter asked.

‘Well it is such a sunny day,’ said Pod, ‘that I thought we could have a picnic on the river bank while we fish.’

Peter smiled. What a kind and clever friend Pod was I never even thought of taking a picnic. ‘Great,’ he said, ‘Let’s go.’

The river Nid lay outside the village. It was small as rivers go, not much more that a large stream really and the best fishing was on the far side. Peter and Pod crossed the wooden bridge and followed the path along the riverbank. It took them fifteen minutes to reach the best spot, only to find that Kronk was already sitting there fishing. Kronk who lived in a grubby old house at the opposite end of the village to Peter, was the meanest and most unfriendly old gnome, you could ever meet.

Excuse me, Mr Kronk, said Peter, ‘There is plenty room on the riverbank, so would it be OK, if Pod and I sat here to fish?’

‘No it wouldn’t. Now clear off,’ growled Kronk

‘But that’s not fair, said Peter.

‘And you don’t own the riverbank,’ cried Pod.

‘No I don’t,’ said Kronk with a nasty grin, ‘but I’m bigger than you both and if you don’t clear off, I’ll throw you in the water.’

There was nothing they could do. He was bigger and meaner than them, so they walked just a little further on, to another spot that Peter knew. It wasn’t as good as the first spot, but Peter had caught a fish there once. After casting their lines into the water they propped their rods on sticks and waited, and waited. All morning they waited. But they didn’t even get one fish. Still it was a nice sunny day and they enjoyed their picnic.

After lunch, they tried for another hour, but when there were still no fish, they decided to pack up and go home. It was while they were putting the plates back into the basket that Peter spotted something shining in the grass. He bent down and picked it up, it was a small, shiny, gold coin. He showed it to Pod and they hunted around on their hands and knees, looking for more but there were none. ‘Never mind, said Pod, ‘thanks to Kronk we didn’t catch any fish, but we might be able to use the coin to buy some cakes on the way home.’

‘I don’t think so,’ said Peter, ‘we’ll be lucky if we get one cake between us. I’ve got a better idea.’

On their way home, they were talking loudly as they passed Kronk, who was still fishing even though his basket was already full of fish.

‘That was lucky, finding all that gold,’ said Peter.

‘Yes,’ said Pod, ‘we’d better hurry home and get a barrow to carry it all in.’

Kronk who was listening, chuckled to himself. Did they think he was stupid? Whoever heard of gold lying on the riverbank? Just then he saw something fall from Peters pocket. He waited until they were out of sight and then went over to see what it was and got a big surprise. It was a small shiny gold coin. His eyes shone with greed, he tipped all his fish onto the grass and ran off to fill his pockets and the fishing basket with gold, before Peter and Pod could get back with the barrow.

As soon as he had gone Peter and Pod came out from where they had been hiding, collected all the fish and went home to have fish for their tea.

Mean old Kronk didn’t find any gold and when he got back, he didn’t find any fish either. I think that serves him right for being greedy, don’t you?’

Copyright Fred Watson April 2008

A Recipe For Pan Fried Trout


Four trout

1 cup of stone less prunes, chopped fine.

1cup of fresh breadcrumbs

1 tablespoon of sweet sherry

salt and pepper to season

1 lemon

1 teaspoon of chopped parsley

1 teaspoon of chopped dill

2 teaspoons of cooking oil


Place in a bowl, the prunes, breadcrumbs, sherry, parsley and dill,
season with salt and pepper, then mix together.

Stuff the mixture into the trout cavities and secure with wooden toothpicks
or small skewers.

Heat oil in pan to a medium heat and cook trout 3 to 4 minutes each side.

Squeeze lemon over fish.

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About The Author, Fred Watson
Fred Watson published his first book, a fantasy adventure novel aimed at the 8-12 age group, in September 2006. A grandfather of four, he loves to write for all age groups and continues on a regular basis to add new stories to his website. Footprint Publishing