So I got a whole lot closer to my food the other day. And by got a whole lot closer, I mean personally yanked it out of the ocean and saw it butchered before my eyes.

You know, fish are surprisingly bad sports about being caught.

Happily for me, I was victorious and managed not to drop my fishing pole into the Gulf of Mexico. As a reward, we feasted on Red Snapper and Triggerfish for the next few days of family vacation in Florida. Is was entirely delicious once cooked and only somewhat disgusting while being caught (fishguts. everywhere.). Overall, a great success in terms of food chain accountability.

More to come about epic 4th of July trips to the Catskills, new neighborhood action, the initial weeks of my CSA (how do you incorporate a half of a pound of garlic scapes into a week of meals?) and more.

For now I am in San Diego and the weather, my friends, is fine. The lounging around on my parents’ couch watching premium cable: even better.

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