the domestic goddess - devoted to the art of food and its preparation
20. june: IMBB? catch of the day
Growing up, my mom didn't cook fish at all -- unless you count fish sticks, that is. She doesn't like the smell, the texture or really the taste of many things fishy, and I actually recall her getting physically ill and having the leave the restaurant once when when my dad ordered a fish baked in pastry. He cut into it and one whiff and my mom turned green, got up and bolted. Luckily we were staying in a hotel at the time and she insisted both my dad and I stay and enjoy our dinners. I can't recall what I ordered, probably chicken...or something nondescript, since I was only twelve.
My exposure to the ocean's creatures came via our cottage, fishing with my brothers and , the odd time, catching something bigger than a sunfish and frying it up for lunch (outside of the cottage, where my mom would be sitting, mumbling things like "ew" and "blech". When I was a bit older and my family would take the bi-monthly trip to a neighborhood (now long gone) Italian restaurant and my mom and I would sit far away from each other and I would hungrily devour my seafood antipasto or some dish with mussels or salmon or shrimp.
Since then there has been only one flaw in my seafood indulgences...deep-fried calamari. I can't eat it. I love it, but developed some strange allergy to it, to the point now that if I smell it my throat starts to twitch and I get all sweaty and have to reach for the ventolin inhaler I keep, for this reason mostly, in my bag or pocket when I go somewhere for dinner. I can't figure our what it is exactly that I am allergic to -- I can eat grilled or boiled calamari, just not deep fried. I tested it again a few years ago and ate a few pieces, hoping the feeling would pass...playing with fire landed me with a rash from my chest up to my hair line and an asthma attack that, were I not certain it would go away with ventolin, benedryl and rest, would have landed me in the emergency room.
So, to make this already long story short, the fish I recall best from my childhood would have to be fish and chips. Being part British I can officially claim this as a part of my heritage and enjoy it, in it's greasy and artery-clogging glory, without too much guilt.