Until recently, I was really intimidated by the prospect of cooking a whole fish. I thought there was just too much that I needed to know, knowledge that could not be grasped by this land-locked Mid-westerner that is not the daughter of a fisherman.
The turning point came in Italy last summer when Matt and I ordered whole fish in a restaurant for the first time. We went up to the display of fresh seafood, picked our victims, and sat down to our primi piatti. Before I knew it, our empty pasta plates were being cleared and our waiter was table-side, filleting our two little fish.
Wow…those fish went from being nestled in ice to being grilled and sitting on my plate in a very short amount of time. And they were delicious. Maybe it’s not so complicated after all. Maybe I can do this…







































