Photos: Abner Kingman Story: JP Lee Dominic Papetti and his wife Karen set nets for herring in San Francisco Bay. They set along the Embarcadero, the shores in Sausalito. They set near the Bay Bridge and the ferry docks. It’s the roe they want, the eggs. In Japan, where most of the California roe goes, it is called kazunoko— a traditional dish...
Read MoreGuest opinion: The moral imperative for aquaculture.
Guest blogger Bob Rheault, PhD is the Executive Director of the East Coast Shellfish Growers Association, and a member of NOAA’s Marine Fisheries Advisory Council; he was an oyster farmer in Rhode Island for 25 years. Recently the New York Times ran an opinion series in its Room For Debate section titled, Too Few Fish in the Sea, asking the...
Read MoreBoston Seafood Show photos
Opening day at the Boston Seafood Show was packed with people from all over the world. If last year’s theme was sustainability, I think this year’s theme was buy, sell, brand, distribute and market. I didn’t get a warm fuzzy feeling over traceability and sustainability, this year; of buying local and choosing “trash fish” over...
Read MoreA fish that built a port.
A butterfish on deck in a tote with ice, slushed down in sea water–it’s almost heaven. White flesh full of fat, the good sea fat not the potato chip kind. They’ve got beautiful silver bodies, flattened like a frisbee, tiny scales. And the fish are nearly spineless, except for a micro-spine at the base of the anal fin that can– if the...
Read MoreMonkfish to Seoul.
New England monkfish–it’s an export market. A small amount does stay domestic, you’d think it’d be more, monkfish are delicious: broiled, baked, or grilled. But the American palate for seafood is hard to describe. I call it safe, predictable, boneless, filleted. Your average American would have no idea what to do with a whole...
Read MoreThe importance of the forgettable.
The completely ordinary. The commonplace. The pond and stream that are in every town, spread across everyplace. There are good reasons to think about the pond that one day may become a parking lot. I fully love the shithole of a sluggish stream, where the water strider zipping across the surface is the insect of our childhoods, and we never bothered...
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