When we moved down here, i didn’t think i would miss anything about New England. Not. One. Thing.! i have to admit it, i find myself missing something… fish markets. There, i said it, out loud. i miss New England’s fish markets. i guess i assumed that all fish markets were alike. Big, bright, clean…smelling a bit like fish and cleaning fluid. All those pretty little choices lined up neatly on a fresh bed of ice without their beady little eyes staring at me from their still attached heads with employees who pretend to know how to cook up each and every choice. Here it is just a wee bit different and yes, i know, it is a cultural thing. Fish markets here are shady, just plain shady and i am never really sure when i walk in exactly what to expect. Will it be crowded with church ladies in hats humming and hawing over which piece looks best while their men folk wait outside in the ultra polished cars??? Will there be SCAD students with their multiple tattoos, body piercings and purple hair working behind the counter???? how will the shop smell? should i have brought a flashlight so that i can actually see what i might purchase and the most important question….when was the last time the health inspector was here?
Once i get over my initial gut wrenching feeling i am then faced with a multitude of fish, still whole and still flaunting their heads staring at me and muttering in their own little fishy way…”buy me and fry me up whole, a little hot sauce and you won’t notice a thing”! OH SWEET LORD, I WILL!!!! i want a nice tiny filet, boneless, eyeless, no fins, tails or scales. Something i can saute with a little lemon butter and some capers, rice pilaf, candlelight…you get my drift…
i can dream, i haven’t found this yet. If i win lotto i may just open my own (and i will hire someone to take those damn heads off). i do venture into these shady little spots and sometimes i even purchase something but i still leave feeling slightly embarrassed that i have meekly asked to have the heads removed. i am even more disturbed by the fact that i am regarded as a bit deranged that i leave with an uncooked fish and not one steaming hot as it has just emerged from the deep fryer located way in the back of the shop.
For now, i often buy my seafood from my Kroger, it’s fine though the selection is limited but there are no heads and i haven’t heard one of those fish solicit me yet!!!
Toilet flappers, well that is just another blog….enjoy!