For the Love of Salmon

Croquettes, that is

Photo by Travis Yewell on Unsplash

My dad hated fish. Wouldn’t touch the stuff, and none of us ever knew why. The speculation was that someone, perhaps his mother, force-fed him smoked sturgeon or sable or gefilte fish when he was a boy. These delicacies are not for every taste. I like my smoked sturgeon cooked with scrambled eggs and onions, a la Barney Greengrass in Manhattan. But that was a taste I acquired as a man, not…

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Terry Barr

Terry Barr

I write about music, culture, food, and my Alabama past in One Table One World, The Riff, InTune, FanFare, SongStories, Rock n”Heavy, Counter Arts, and Pop Off.