Aiding us in our quest to live off the land for a month, our friend Chad who builds furniture with Clay, brought us this Brown Trout that he caught! I must admit, I was quite surprised to see a fish staring back at me out of my sink when I walked into the kitchen. Although I would much prefer to eat something wild caught and fresh, even if it means remembering that yes, it has eyes. I very much support the idea that as a culture we need to be more aware of and connected to the source of our food. Though in practice what that translates to for me is simply eating less meat. I can't really handle petting a soft, fuzzy lamb and then eating it for dinner. So, since I can't come to terms with that I just don't eat meat very much. Fish is a little easier, mainly because it's not as cute. Which is a pretty silly place to draw the line, but there you have it. Though once, when I was about 12, my family went deep sea fishing and it was totally traumatic. I was in a vegetarian phase and I cried for the fish. I don't cry for fish any more, but I do eat it with a grateful heart, recognizing that its life is now furthering my own and my family's.
Oh, and it was one of the most delicious fish I've ever had, so mild and sweet and Clay dressed it with sage and rosemary from the garden. I'm already looking forward to Chad's next fishing trip...
