
The thought of eating fish freaked me out as a kid. It smelled weird. It came from the ocean, which to a kid from Ohio seemed unknowable and therefore an inherently suspicious background—sort of like being from New Jersey, or outer space. And the fish I saw on ice at the grocery store always seemed to be staring at me, which was rude. Once in a while I might have a crispy fish finger at the school cafeteria; otherwise, I gave fish a pass.






















