I pulled a Michael Pollan yesterday, a la The Omnivore's Dilemma, the book where he hunts and gathers a complete meal. I set out to catch my dinner. Okay, so hooking a rainbow trout was nowhere near as dramatic as hunting a wild pig, but for me, it was momentous. I had never caught a fish that size, nor cooked a whole fish, nor eaten one that wasn't beautifully filleted, packaged and ready-to-go. And bones. I had never dealt with fish bones. Not such a big deal, I discovered.
Verdict? One of the ten best meals of my life. One of those meals where I could barely talk. One of those meals where I thought to myself, "Where have I been?"
And another thing. I liked leaving this message on my answering machine: "Gone fishin'." Now, doesn't that pretty much say summer?