Windbreaker. Snicker.

Nope, no foraging for sea urchin allowed around here. Plus the tide doesn’t quite get low enough during the day except perhaps once or twice, mid-summer. We have to go to Seattle for uni, where I imagine it’s flown in from somewhere exotic.

I just picked up a copy of Cod on sale, by the way. It’s on my to-read list, but I hope it doesn’t put me off fish for a year! (I’d be rather miserable without my wild salmon.)

Question: no uni where you live? If I lived out there I’d go foraging for sea urchins, or are there laws against that? Pay good attention during urchin school.

I hear you on the fish problem, in Amsterdam they’re still selling these teeny tiny cod (completely illegally) in the fish markets and other than that, I’m even wondering about the consequences of eating herring. Doesn’t seem like anyone else is though.

You can tell what’s not farmed because it’s very very small. Even the mackerel.

If you want to get more depressed on this subject, read Cod by Mark Kurlansky. But if you’re thinking of stopping eating fish, it’s a great book, because it fills you with the necessary amount of self-righteousness to go an entire year without wanting any.

My mother taught me it’s not polite to talk about the naked people in one’s dreams — nor the people wearing just undershirts, flowered underwear, or windbreakers.

Kitchenmage, we do get fish, it’s just that it’s not as cheap as it ought to be, considering how close we are to sea water and all, so we don’t buy it often. Also, no uni anywhere near here, which is quite sad. I had salmon last night for St. Paddy’s day. A splurge. Paid through the nose for it, but I was so burnt out on the land animals I couldn’t help myself. On the bright side, it’s clam season again, and clams we can get cheap.

B’gina: I got one up on you: I once wore white pants to grade school with flowered underwear underneath. My mom sent me out the door never noticing a thing. Somewhere around lunchtime, my best friend noticed, yanked me aside, and gave me her sweater to tie around my waist for the rest of the day. No wonder all my school-age crushes were unrequited!

Speaking of sriously…give with the names, Kevin. Inquiring minds and all that.

Ms D, let’s go back to the fish. Why can’t you get seafood? Can you at least get that which lives around you? Or did they cancel your salmon season in the Sound? I’ve got salmon and sturgeon in the freezer; if you’re coming down my way, I’d make you dinner.