I’ve always been a bit afraid of fish. If I’m in a lake, I’m afraid of being touched by one. If I’m in the ocean, I’m afraid of being eaten by a big one. If I’m in my kitchen, I’m afraid to cook one. But, weirdly, I’m not afraid to eat them. So when Alaska Seafood sent me a box of fresh fish on ice, I was pretty excited to be forced to get cooking with fish. Although I’ll admit that I did gulp in intimidation when I opened the package.
A couple of factors play into my fish fear. First of all, I’m from Kansas. Land-locked land of the cow. Secondly, my husband is super picky about fish, and I got discouraged when he gagged on a perfectly fine piece of halibut early on in our marriage; I just gave up. But just like when I try cooking with anything for the first time—quinoa, kale—I always kick myself later for putting it off so long.