I’m lucky, and I know it. Lucky because we could live off the local seafood. I know that Jason would love to, and it seems like Max might too. But let me tell you a secret: I’ve never really been a fan of seafood. I always turned my nose up at fish on the dinner table as a child. And I’ll own up to an overly dramatic fit when my brother told me what the vein running down the back of a shrimp really was. I’ve grown to appreciate shrimp (especially in my grits), and I love a good oyster roast. Fish, though, has remained beyond my palette choices. But when it comes to local food, I feel the need to embrace the fish that’s right here. I live less than 5 miles from the Atlantic, and I’m probably closer to the ocean than any farm.
So the other day, I walked into Crosby’s Seafoodon Folly Beach and admitted to my fish naivete. I asked for a locally caught fish that was easy to cook. “Flounder,” the woman recommended to me. She didn’t blink. “You can cook it on the stove top in a little oil over medium heat.”
“But when do you know it’s done?” I asked, and I think it’s a fair question. Fish isn’t color-coded like a steak.
“It get’s flaky. Just cook it in oil on the stove on medium.” That I can do.
I ended up baking the flounder with a light breading, but you know what? I liked it! I was scared for something heavy and fishy and maybe even slimy, but it wasn’t. Not at all. It was yummy and something of a fish epiphany. I can do this. I can eat the fish that the Lowcountry has to offer. Like the beets, fish is one of those things I’m learning to like. How lucky am I?