Heterodox
I grew up in East Tennessee in the 1960s. Fish was something that came in breaded rectangles out of the freezer. Growing up Roman Catholic, it’s what was for dinner on Friday. I never cared for fish back then.We honeymooned in Charleston SC (“where the Ashley and Cooper rivers meet to form the Atlantic Ocean”) and that’s when I first had shark. While we were in grad school in North Carolina, we occasionally enjoyed crab and rock shrimp. There was good...
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