I hated fish growing. The childhood memories of going with my mother to the “fish market” in the city and buying fish laying on ice giving me their cold stare is still vivid. It is probably a cultural thing, but my parents always prepared and cooked fish with the head on and bones in. Not a joy for me. We ate a lot of canned tuna as well, as it was cheap (easy to stretch into a salad to feed a family of 9). Our school lunches would sometimes be fish sticks, but those were used more for food fights than for eating.
When I went out on my own and could choose what I ate, fish was off the menu. It made it hard for DW after we married, as she ate a lot of fish growing up (her family had access to beach property in the “old country” and many times would swim, fish, and then cook it on the beach), so if she wanted fish for dinner I would make a separate dinner for myself.
Then one magical day, our Megacorp office went on a boat outing, and the boat outfit provided fishing gear. They would also fillet and pack anything you caught that was legal catch. I caught 6 bluefish that day, they filleted them, packed them in ice, and I brought them home in a cooler. DW said “we are going to eat these”, and I agreed more out of ego, since I had caught them.
So I took a bite… great googly-moogly, what is this delicacy I am partaking of?? It tasted nothing like my fish memories from childhood. It was wonderful. Thus, my view of fish began to change. Perhaps not 180 degrees, but we do eat fish a couple of times a week. Not like a “fish connoisseur”, though. Just the “basic fillets” – tilapia, perch, salmon. DW buys these mainly from Costco and a local seafood store. DW eats tuna, I still rarely do, as I ate too much as a kid. I will eat fish sticks, there are store varieties that taste better than what they served in school. I still run away from sushi, while DW loves it (I tried it twice, and my reaction was along the lines of “okay… but I still want a hamburger”).
I do like shrimp and lobster. DW has severe shellfish allergies (they have put her in the hospital), so I eat these mainly when she is out of town. These are “fancy” meals for me. My first lobster was at my first fancy Megacorp dinner, as a summer intern, on a dare. When they brought it out and set it before, I thought “How can I eat this giant insect??” Fortunately I suppressed my childhood cockroach memories and was able to deal with it
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