As a 1970’s Caverna Elementary School student in Horse Cave, Kentucky I did what all kids across the state did every Friday. I went to the cafeteria for fish stick day.
“The teacher lines up the whole third grade. Ooh Ahh Yum Yum It’s lunchtime now and we can’t wait Ooh Ahh Yum Yum Friday’s here! We’re excited We’re delighted Fish stick day! Fish stick day! RUN, RUN, RUN to the Cafeteri-A!”
As a college student at Western Kentucky University I did what all cool, pseudo-punks did on Thursday night. I went to Picasso’s to drink beer and hear our favorite local band, Government Cheese.
In that tightly packed dive bar I was mystified to learn how beloved Friday fish stick day was with my Generation X peers. The dance floor was packed and everyone shouted “OOH AHH YUM YUM!” as we bounced up and down like we were dancing on pogo sticks. It was a ritualistic celebration of our shared rural childhoods.
But I felt like a faker. I had a deeply held secret. I hate fish! Friday was Chocolate Oatmeal No-Bake Cookie Day! Ohh, Ahh, Yum, YUM. I traded those disgusting fish sticks for the ultimate comfort food made with cocoa, butter, peanut butter, milk, oats and vanilla.
Government Cheese performing “Fish Stick Day” at a reunion show. Age and sobriety a difference.