Living a few miles inland from the Atlantic, I’ve learned a few things when it comes to fresh fish. Just be sure to stock up on lemons and melted butter and maybe a few spices and fresh parsley.
Cod. Once available in unbelievable quantities, it’s become scarcer and costlier. Still, it’s classic – especially as scrod.
Haddock. Makes a great sandwich or flaky fish ’n’ chips.
Monkfish. Like lobster tail.
Dayboat dogfish shark. It’s a favorite in England for fish and chips. A different texture than haddock. Nothing like a little variety, right?
Trout. You don’t have to be near an ocean.
Salmon. Now we’re talking.
Striper, so I’ve heard. This one’s purely for sport fishermen and their friends and family. Or the cormorants and osprey and bald eagles that follow them upriver.
Flounder. We have some good species at hand.
Dabs or American Plaice. Now we’re into a cooperative program to protect the local marine resources through more responsible practices. These less popular but more populous alternatives make for fine fresh eating.
Hake, flounder, pollock, or king whiting. Ditto, ditto, ditto, and, yes, ditto. Depending on the week they come in.
For details on some of these, check out the New Hampshire Community Seafood site. The cooperative’s introduced us to some delicious but largely unknown species that are abundant in our own waters, and it’s devoted to sustainable community.
When it comes to fish and shellfish, what are your favorites? Any special way of preparing them, too?
Well, I’ve been mentioning some of my favorite flowers in seasonal lists. My wife has really opened my eyes to the range before us. And that means we have enough others to generate a list of their own.
Flax or cornflower. The intense blue.
Tulips. Memories of Camden, Maine.
Tithonium. Its intense color is a magnet for pollen-seekers.
What happened to the hippies? (That is: Where did they go?)
That question seeded my newest novel, What’s Left. The book, to be candid, has grown into something much bigger, and I hope more relevant to more readers. It’s about what’s happened to Cassia, born a decade after the hippies faded into, well, wherever.
Admittedly, I’m a pretty sedentary guy. I spent my career in an office. And a writer spends hour after hour at a keyboard or researching or reading. So here’s what I do when I’m in full-body motion. And remember, “favorite” here is all relative.
Swimming a half-mile a day, usually in Dover’s indoor pool.
Hiking and walking.
Folk dancing. New England contras and squares, Greek, and English country, especially.
Singing in a choir. I’ve mentioned the Revels Singers how many times now?
Stacking firewood … there’s an art to keeping it from collapsing.
Shoveling snow … just don’t tell anyone it can be pleasurable in short doses.
Mowing the lawn … love my battery-powered Ryobi.
Collecting seaweed for the garden … yes, it’s a pain, as well. Some things are mixed blessings.
Pushing a wheelbarrow. Usually, there’s an additional chore involved, like trimming the hedges or moving compost.
I hope to get bicycling back on the list. I loved it as a kid.