Intermezzo
by mary a. nelen
As I ate the oysters with their strong taste of the sea and their faint
metallic taste that the cold white wine washed away, leaving only the sea taste
and the succulent texture, and as I drank their cold liquid from each shell and
washed it down with the crisp taste of the wine, I lost the empty feeling and
began to be happy and to make plans. –Ernest Hemingway
Its lunch time and you’re
near the beach.You go to the café and
order up some oysters with a glass of cold beer or wine. You become happy and make plans.
But can you do this in your
sorry land locked state? Become one
with a fish monger at the Price Chopper or the Stop
& Shop or the Big Y or Guidos.
Tell them you want wild caught from the Atlantic (if you’re on this coast) tell them you want the lesser known fish, not the salmon/swordfish/shrimp fish that sits at the popular table in the lunch room.
Tell them you want wild caught from the Atlantic (if you’re on this coast) tell them you want the lesser known fish, not the salmon/swordfish/shrimp fish that sits at the popular table in the lunch room.
Here is a directory of fish mongers in Columbia, Berkshire, Litchfield and Dutchess County courtesy of my story in
RURAL INTELLIGENCE...
RURAL INTELLIGENCE...
Fish is wonderful in winter when its most flavorful after foraging all summer. Make friends with a monger. As for ice fishing, that's another story.
