I grew up in a relatively salmon-less household. It was a pink, dangerous-looking piece of meat. The fish aisle at the supermarket always seemed out-of-bounds and untouchable. My family always considered salmon to be a fishy fish and instead opted for the agreeably bland tilapia, which we inevitably deep-fried and ate as tilapia nuggets. We were lying to ourselves, eating tasteless fish masked in oily, delicious batter just to say we were eating fish.
There had to be mo…Continue Reading