Gorton's Fish Sticks now officially scare me.

I used to eat these things by the truckload when I was little. I guess it was an easy food for my busy mother to cook when she didn't have time to make something more substantial. On a recent shopping-while-hungy-nostalgia trip, I bought a package. I'm not quite sure what is is that bothers me about them now. Maybe it's the pallid, barely-substantial batter. Maybe it's the "I'm re-baking something that may previously have been fried" feeling. Maybe I'm just eating healthier now.

On the other hand, some recent guests of mine went out and bought a huge container of tartar sauce, and it *does* only take about 15 minutes to cook them...