I'll Have Mine Chastised

Woke up with a strange dream fragment rattling around in my head. A group of us had made our way up to Cloudcroft and were sitting around a table at a restaurant trying to decide what to order. I was thinking about the chicken-fried steak, but the menu kept changing. The guy sitting next to me decided he wanted the catfish, but he didn't want it breaded, he wanted it chastised.

Now I'm not a gourmet chef, but this was the first I heard of this method of preparation?