I have big hands. Though, as hands go, they are not particularly long. Not of the kind that reach beyond the wrist and threaten the forearm. Nor are they so wide that they swallow other hands, offered in friendly greetings or goodbyes, whole. What they are is thick. Heavy. Fleshy. My palms crease deep and black along their head and […]
Oh, Caledonia
Pandalus Borealis
In those deep wells of time that exist between the seasons, anglers dream and pine and design with every breath as they await the return of things. Tarpon in the spring. Giant redfish in the winter. Snook in the summer. Whatever the quarry, the desire is the same. An all-consuming feeling that seems as though it will kill you if […]
The Psychopomp and the Angler
Ferrying deceased fish, glistening effigies to a former prowess, onto to their final resting places is my profession. I do not dispense the deathblows, as I am but a humble butcher. I lay no judgement upon the fish beyond that which dictates the preparation of their flesh. I move them quickly and freshly onward through the afterlife, and no second […]
7 Girls, 1 Cook
Recently I was informed by my better half that we would be hosting six of her childhood girlfriends at our apartment in a slightly belated celebration of her friend Amanda’s 30th birthday. No small occasion to say the least, I was excited to have them as guests as it afforded me two excellent opportunities. The first being a chance to […]
Fire!
Six years ago I left south Florida, where my angling heart will forever lie, for New York City. I took a job with one of the preeminent seafood wholesalers in NYC, to run their twenty-five seat oyster bar and grill in Murray Hill, feeling at the time that if I was no longer able to launch odd and colorfully adorned, […]