I know this didn’t get past most of you: That I personally don’t love fish (I mean, I’ve confessed it here and here). Still I won’t consider myself a fish-averse person, but normally I would never choose fish over steak. Never.
Sure, I’ve come around shrimp, tuna (but almost only canned, please; I have limitations) and I’ve been known to make some limited advances in the areas of sea bass, sole, and octopus.
But for the most part, my fish appreciation remains modest.
I’m not proud of it. Actually, it feels more like a failure. It irks me to not be able to rave about sushi like the rest of the world does. I fight it. I often succumb.