My Dad used to cook salmon a variety of ways, but I think our favorite was simply broiling. He would put several salmon steaks on a sheet of butcher paper (oiled a bit to keep it from sticking or burning) and broil it in the oven. We'd eat it naked (the fish, that is) with perhaps a little squirt of lemon juice, or maybe a dollop of tartar sauce. Yumm! (pause to wipe off keyboard)

Another thing he used to do was to go down to the waterfront and buy tuna—very fresh, right off the boat. He would bring them home and disassemble them, then he and my mother would spend a weekend canning tuna—putting it up in pint-sized Mason jars. The house would smell pretty ripe for a couple of days, but it was well worth it! Any time during the year (and often) Mom would open a jar of tuna, mix it with a little chopped celery, sweet pickle, and a dab of mayo, and bingo! Tuna sandwiches until they were coming out our ears. Chicken-of-the-Sea was nothing like this!! Lord, I loved those things! I could happily live on seafood. Of all kinds.

I've been eating fish exclusively
Since living living on my claim. . . .

. . . and he's complaining!???

Don Firth