“Take a moment from time to time to remember that you are alive. I know this sounds a trifle obvious, but it is amazing how little time we take to remark upon this singular and gratifying fact. By the most astounding stroke of luck an infinitesimal portion of all the matter in the universe came together to create you and for the tiniest moment in the great span of eternity you have the incomparable privilege to exist.” – Bill Bryson, I’m a Stranger Here Myself: Notes on Returning to America after Twenty Years Away
When I was a kid, all Fridays meant fish on the menu…
…not just during Lent. But, my Mom didn’t like fish, my Father wasn’t Catholic, and I tested allergic to it when I was an infant with asthma, so I never had any until I was a teenager. It’s always seemed a bit exotic, a native language I’d had to learn like an immigrant.
Besides, we lived in the Midwest. Although my mouth could water reading a description of pan-fried trout in an Earnest Hemingway story, fresh seafood requires access to the sea. LIving in New York City, Tokyo, London, and San Diego expanded my tastes, although I’m still learning the language.
In New York, I tried lox. OK. Nice, especially with cream cheese on a bagel. But I wasn’t wild about it. And maybe “wild” is the key word– when I got to Tokyo, I found the smoked salmon delicious! Wild Pacific salmon is in a whole other kettle, to my taste.
And then, I found Honey Smoked Salmon at Costco – hot-smoked, so it is fully cooked and pale and chunky. Savory, with a sweetness that’s better than candy. The taste makes me swoon. And, how fast and easy to make into a healthy dinner salad.
I couldn’t come close to the goodness of that Honey Smoked Salmon when my friend David and I smoked salmon the other week.
But, it turns out, the wahoo was wonderful.
Surprisingly firm, with a smooth texture. Mild flavor with a kiss of the sea’s saltiness, playing nicely with organic strawberries, green onions, organic ruby carrots, on a bed of Romaine, all dressed up with a mustard lemon vinaigrette.
It’s Friday. Think I’ll stop by Catalina Offshore and pick up some wahoo to grill tonight.