For years, my husband and I have shared a love of biking and hiking, but I’m only now trying to get into another one of his favorite hobbies, fishing.
I say “trying” because even after countless attempts, I can’t bring myself to bait a hook with a night crawler — so gross! And when I’m lucky enough to actually catch something, I can’t muster the courage to take the fish off the hook.
My husband isn’t so squeamish, even when it comes to cleaning and eating whatever he catches. On a recent weekend, that included a 16-inch black drum he landed with one of those wriggling earthworms in a creek on Maryland’s Eastern Shore. The five tiny croakers I reeled in and our daughter Olivia patiently released back into the water paled in comparison.
While I applaud his sense of adventure, I prefer my fish from the fish market or grocery store seafood department, already skinned and filleted and ready to be baked, grilled or fried in a favorite recipe like tacos. In my opinion, you can never go wrong tucking chunks of fried white fish into a warm corn or flour tortilla and then piling on fresh, homemade salsa and some sort of spicy sauce.