Bluefish roundup

Not long ago, I asserted that some of the best food writing these days was coming from a cartoon cat. I stand by this assertion, though the most recent installment of Ray's Place (penultimate letter) offers some new wrinkles on his seafood advice, based on the Go fish/No fish cards I discussed in an April post on Charlie Weis and Pope Ratzinger. In the little knowlege is a dangerous thing dept, knowing those cards exist, but not having one, is daunting. Asked to select an entree for the Codparents, I stood slackjawed in front of the fish case, trying to remember about monkfish, and finally settled on bluefish, mainly on the grounds that they are insane and voracious, according to John Hersey. 

Comments

[alizinha]

Whenever I see bluefish, I remember my fisherman grandpa telling me that they would eat anything: "They'll even eat beer cans!" he'd proclaim. To my young mind, this image was unfathomable and unforgettable.

Still to this day when I eat bluefish, I imagine that it ate a beer can before I ate it.

[sac]

John Hersey. Nice. That guy casued many nightmares in my youth thanks to his Hiroshima account.

[max]

How'd it come out? I imagine it would have been better a few states down the valley -- i.e., it's really a fish you should catch yourself. Lots of oil.