It was bluefish

yummy!

Groom came home last night after asking me to flip his gross scaly fish in its marinade (Hunh. That sounds kinda dirty.) and cooked up a bluefish he had caught in the Kennebec River. He doesn't update his Maine Saltwater Fishing Reports blog as prolifically as I update my Maine Weak Girl Tries To Get Strong blog, but I'm hopeful he writes about the experience soon. He was pretty happy about catching his supper.

I don't eat bluefish. I never have. I caught a bluefish from the beach about ten...no...fifteeeeen.... about 20 years ago in Nantucket and it was both horrifying and disgusting. I was with Boyfriend who became Groom's family and their rule was "you catch it, you clean it." I have been a staunch supporter of catch-and-release ever since.

Saturday night, Groom cleaned his bluefish and put it on a platter with some soy, wine, ginger, garlic, and a little cumin to rest overnight. He grilled it last night (Sunday night) alongside some potatoes, red and yellow peppers, tomatoes, and asparagus from Blackie's in Auburn.

As it turns out, I like bluefish.