Swordfish. Wegmans’ fish department, Ocean Store. May 18, 2013. Paul Goldfinger photo. Click photo for full view
By Paul Goldfinger, Editor Blogfinger.net
When I go fishing, I go to Wegmans because you can definitely catch a fish there. As the hunter in the family, the modern-day version of the cave man, you have to confront danger in the Wegmans parking lot and then finesse your way around all the other game hunters in the store, the most crafty being the young multi-tasking moms racing around pushing little kids driving basket trucks.
Then I bring home the game: fish or chicken or whatever. As a kid, sometimes I would complain to my mother that she should cook something different, and she would say, “Sure, as soon as they invent a new animal.”
Swordfish skeleton from the National Museum of Natural History. Internet photo
Anyhow, I turn over my fish to the gatherer in our house—Eileen, who fires up the stove and cooks it like the gatherers of old.
Do you think the cavemen ate sushi? They probably did before they invented fire. I should listen again to Mel Brooks and Carl Reiner’s record of the Two Thousand Year Old Man to find out. Today those guys are probably eating bagels and lox at the Carnegie Deli or Russ and Daughters in New York City.
Hemingway with a marlin that he caught off Cuba. Marlin can weigh 500 pounds and are related to the swordfish.
The catch of the day today at Wegmans is swordfish. Xiphias glades is a powerful and fast fish which has no teeth. But it has a sword to slash its prey. They gave me a sword in the Navy, but I didn’t dare take it out of its sheath. It’s currently in my Ocean Grove bedroom in case a Barbary pirate invades my house.
I took a photo of the swordfish before the Wegmans’ chefs dismantle it for barbecue steaks this weekend.
Did I buy swordfish? No, I chose cod loins so that Eileen can make some sort of French/Italian heart-healthy dish that she does so well over our campfire in the Blogcave in Ocean Grove. Then, if I can persuade her, we can jump into the Blogmobile and go for Days’ ice cream, something the cave men sadly never experienced.
—-Paul Goldfinger, Editor
Fred Mollin and the Blue Sea Band from the Disney film Ratatouille